If someone asked me: "Do you like him?"
I would smile as usual and say firmly, "Of course not."
I have known him for ten years and liked him for five years, and maybe even longer after that.
I don't ask for results, and I have never asked for them
I watched him grow from youth to maturity, from a cute boy to a handsome young man.
Only I know how heartbroken I felt under my teasing and mocking expression when he asked me to help him date a girl for dinner.
Only I know how complicated I felt when he introduced me: "This is my brother." I was happy because he regarded me as a good friend; disappointed because he would never like me.
Give me another chance and we won't meet again, okay?
Concept: "We cannot control the generation of emotions, but we can control the expression of emotions."
