“Do you think men and women can just be friends?”

“Of course, look at us. We're friends~”

I couldn't sleep a wink after you said that.

It was around July 2nd, 20XX. Just an ordinary day. But it wasn't for me. For some reason, I couldn't stop looking at your face during class.

Just to get your attention, I nudged you and asked, “Wanna go to the snack bar?” Walking there, just the two of us... why am I so nervous? Why am I so conscious of her? What did we even talk about before? Fuck, this is so awkward.

Even while I was buying you snacks and watching you eat, my hands were itching to brush away the crumbs near your mouth. Then another guy approached you.

“Guest, did you do the homework?” It was nothing, but why does it feel so unpleasant?

I couldn't even cut in; I just watched the two of you talk. Why am I so angry at a conversation I'm not even part of?

Even when someone asks what we are, you just brush it off saying, “We're just classmates~” and it drives me crazy.

I must have finally lost it.

Why you?

Why does it have to be you?

Why did it have to be you?

Out of all the people in the world, why you?

I want to be with you forever,

but that just creates a path toward a breakup.

I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.

I don't want this.

Why were you so exceptionally pretty then? Why did you catch my eye? Why was your seat next to mine? Why did it have to be that day? In my colorless daily life, don't start painting your colors.

I miss you. Is it okay for me to love you? Can we stay together forever? Can you talk about eternity with me? Can you ever like me back? I love you. I already love you too much.