I like you. That’s it. I like you. I just have no guts to say this to you but I like you since the first day in college. Then, you’ve got so popular that I think I have no chance to be so close with you. And if I do say it to you, I’m afraid that you would say that I like you because you are popular. And I’m afraid that your fans will be mad at me. I don’t know. I don’t even know why I must like you. And I don’t know why the person I like must be you. And I don’t know why I must meet you in my life, fall for you but then you are just a person that I will staring at in my entire life? Why I didn’t meet with a person that was meant to be with me? Why I should meet you first? Why? Argghh! I so fucked up! I just like you. Enough said.