*A story about a girl named O.*
Dear Mr. Nice Guy,
Honestly, she really don't know what's in you that attracted her...And she didn't even realise that she actually liked you long ago until recently. No matter how she tries so hard to struggle her way out from the quicksand, the more she struggle, the more she was drown into it...To her, somehow you're like an addictive poison...Knowing that you'd pose a danger, but yet,...she can't seem to move herself away from you...Though she may not know you well, every little things you
did made her smile, at least when she has you near...
She was happy when people compliment you...
She smile when she hears your name...
She was excited when she knows that she'll be meeting you together with her friends...
But the thing is,
She was upset about some thing that happened a few days ago...
The misunderstandings...
The not-so-warm way you treated her suddenly...
The way you care for her became lesser...
And the most important thing is, the way you treat her now became so different from last time...
She never ask for your love...
She never ask to be with you...
What she wanted is, to just like you secretly...
Perhaps liking someone is a crime...
When the other person knew about it, they'd avoid us as much as they can...
That's the reason why I don't want the person I liked to know that I like him...
And liking someone are meant to be kept as secrets...
Can't someone just pretend that nothing at all when they knew that someone liked them, but the person they liked don't like them?
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