Sometimes my old male friend looks like a man. Whenever I feel like that, I wonder what friends are.

Do you remember when we met for the first time? I mean, the day I confessed my love to you on impulse.

You know, when you like someone, you couldn't help but walk towards the place where you saw that guy. I was hoping if I could see him again.

I wanted to have some alone time for you and me. But there were always people around you.

This is her, the person I like.