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Hi, Ki. I don't know why suddenly my feelings towards you, maybe this feeling finally fell on you, I think I fell for you, since then I think I want to always be near you, but I can't, I'm too shy to do that. I wonder why I always think of you, ever since my friend told you, I feel like falling for you.

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However, I can't forget you, I try my day not to keep thinking about you, but I can't, because since then you've been in my mind constantly, your sweet, beautiful face, I keep imagining it, maybe it's time for me to fall for you, really fall

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There is a hope, I have it. Hope that I don't know how big that clear there is. Hope is hope that was not born long after we met. I feel something like someone is calling my heart from inside your eyes. Something I can't explain, I don't know what it looks like. Your gaze is magical. That's how I concluded. And your smile, why do I keep imagining it? If I have the world can that smile be the sky? and the way you talk, I like. I like you asking. Your questions are gifts, which I hope will contain love. while your questions are always pleasant to hear. The little things you say are special, even a brief laugh. And your confidence, that's special. I am amazed when I watch the way you sit, stand, walk, straighten your hair, hold a glass, write, and so on. I started asking myself, I mean, what's wrong with me? how can i want to keep praising you? everything went according to plan. I didn't have any plans though. Maybe I mean everything went as I expected. There is that hope, the hope of seeing you again. To talk to you again. To get your question again. Day by day, that hope is growing. The more I wish to be close, the more I expect from you. And sometimes I get anxious because of it. When I'm worried, I get worried. I'm afraid that anxiety is interfering with my expectations, especially disturbing you. Sometimes, wishing makes me feel like a fool. Are people who hope so stupid? don't you? then why do i think like that? in my mind you are a 'wow' figure, many hearts hope for you, I'm sure it's not only my heart. You are beautiful, liking you is natural, falling in love with you is easy. And I don't see the same in myself. Like there's nothing I can offer you other than my flaws. You and I feel it's out of balance. You're my idol, and it couldn't be the other way around. I don't have the confidence to at least think you can hear my confession. That's why I hid it. As much as possible not to show how much I love you. If there are you, I pretend to be relaxed. However, the heart is beating fast. This is how it is, where hope resides in those who are unsure. If you don't have self-confidence, it's ridiculous.