I’m sitted at the sidelines. You are sitted at the front of the crowd. I don’t talk in front of many people and you do, always. At first, it was just nothing. Then you captured my eyes, eventually my heart. No, I don’t love you. Not yet, because that feeling is just too soon.
But why? Why do I wonder what your day is like? What is it like to talk or laugh with you? I heard you are fond of food sessions, so do I. It seems we have things in common. And this flutters my heart. Why do I feel this way?
Then, reality dawns on me. Even if we have the same faith, we are of different world. How I wish that this feeling will be taken away. I wish.