He/His/Him

For me, he's a mystery box that I cannot guess if there's someone that gives him butterflies or not. He's kind, too kind. I easily can read someone's eyes, but his beautiful eyes are exception.

For me, he's 9.89. It's not even, but if it's simplified, it's perfect. The most enjoyable part of admiring him is when I can see the way he types a text to me. It's debonair. And I can see how he just styles his tall body with plain clothes. Also I can listen the way he talks and catch him flustered. And of course, diving to how his brain and heart work is an unmissable part.

Perhaps his GPA is mediocre, but he's smart as a human being. I always know about that. He always believes in his own choices. Ah, I'm not sure if having feelings for him secretly is good. But I just have no plans to adore someone who isn't him. I think it's okay to find myself harboring feelings towards him.

I don't know if this will have happy ending or not, or even I can erase all the feelings towards him without being ordered. For now, I just don't need to do anything. I like him because he is him. I am sorry that I didn't get permission first.

"On that day when I saw you feeding the fish, I just wanted to tell you that you're so good in black with grey Brikenstock."