"I like you."
The first time I said those words to you, I felt like shrinking from the sheer embarrassment of confessing my feelings. Add the fact that I was already hinting on it even before I told you.
I never expected you to find out that it's actually you, the guy who I've been describing as the one who was dear to my heart, the guy who made my heart beat faster whenever I saw him, the guy who made me feel the butterflies in my stomach go crazy.
I ignored my best friend's suspicions that you already knew, because I continued to believe that you had no idea. How silly of me of course. Because my best friend was right. You already knew.
"I'm not dense."
You said to me while grinning that charming smile. Though you certainly weren't the "ideal guy" type, I was definitely hooked to you. Not only your amazing intelligence, but also your captivating personality. You care so much for people. Even if you, yourself, is hurting.
I blushed a crimson red and covered my face with my palms. I didn't want you to see me so embarrassed and so vulnerable.
"But don't worry. I already know that it's not mutual."
I assumed immediately. Based on past experiences, it was really rare for a guy to feel the same, which led me to that conclusion. That and I also had no confidence in myself.
"Don't say that."
Your brows furrowed as you said that. It confused me.
"But it's true."
"Are you sure?"
I didn't know what to reply.
"Remember why I told you to never say that you didn't have any chance with the guy? With me?"
I shook my head.
"What do you mean?"
He smiled at me.
"Now that's my little secret. I have the feeling you already know, but anyway, good luck finding it out."