I used to write for him every summer nights, converting my love into letters and phrases which I don’t usually use. I liked him so fast. I liked his incredible wits and torturing cuteness. I liked the way his laugh leaves echoes into my mind, the way his eyes disappear whenever he smiles.
It was horrible, yet fascinating. I almost forgot the feelings that your eyes give me whenever they face the camera lenses around you, making it as if you are looking directly at mine. The way your voice gives me chills and sends dramatic signals up to every nerve I got. I haven’t even admitted this to anyone, not even to myself, but he almost knocked you off. You were so late. I almost gave up my waiting. And that’s awful. I know I’m awful. That’s a part of my worries. What if I don’t deserve you? What if I like you so hard, but there’s someone else who loves you harder? What if we are really not meant for each other? What will happen to my hopes? To all of my dreams for the both of us? I just cannot… swallow. I don’t know.
I’m not perfect. There’s no way I  would deserve you, chen.