Thinking of you was one of my daily work. But recently, I felt that such things must not even bother me anymore. The moment I noticed that you were not going to be there where I would go, I often felt like quitting immediately. But that had not been done, mainly because I felt that for you, dear, I should improve alone to reach for you. I was also hoping that I could spend more time with you, even if you treat me as just a normal friend. But then again, I had also felt that no matter how much work I've done, there wasn't anything that could create a certain bond between us. I wanted to wither away and stay out of your sight. I know I am an eyesore to you. I am sorry for being so persistant in this. I am really sorry. My feelings had an awkward way of turning. No matter how much it is, I felt that being angry to you is never possible, but you seemed to always mistake my sorrow for anger. I can't tell you that face to face. I often felt hurt, but I know that you shouldn't be concerned about it. Or rather, You'd be the last to be concerned about me. I am an idiot, a very stupid idiot who never stops dreaming and dreaming, even when I told myself a zillion times to shut that retarded dream of mine. You deserve some one better. And I hope that you'd always find happiness in whatever choice you make. This for you, dear, I write here tonight. Please be happy...