I know it will be awkward if I told her that I love him. That I have a crush on him. But I seriously, cannot, withhold my temptation in gawking at him. Stare. Stare. Stare. That’s what I do.
I’ve been doing that for 4 years straight. And I still haven’t confessed about it.
Deny. Deny. Deny.
The truth is still out there.