"The moon is cold and far away, but he is the warmth within my reach."
In the dark senior year of high school and the embarrassing grades, you are the only bit of sugar I can pull out from the broken glass on the ground, the nutrient solution I rely on to survive, and the only sweetness I can touch in all the pain I am forced to swallow.
I really like being my deskmate with you, what about you?
Do you like talking to me? Do you like me?
Intention: May all secret loves have echoes.
