Quarter more to pass, and it's officially 4am, a Saturday morning of the almost unending Quarantine.

And I can't help thinking about you.

You were never mine, yet I wish you would. Despite of all the chances you gave me to see that I am not your special somebody, I'm still quietly wandering my thoughts about the glimpse of memories that somehow you felt the same for me.

Back then, I admit those were all jokes, but I somehow meant them. I don't even know if you thought I'm kidding around, but no. My feelings are just starting to arise.

I never thought it would last this long. If I'm to count, it's six years span of ray going further. Inside those years are countless memorable things.

The saddests.

The moments I saw in front of my face, those pretty girls around, to whom you saw the apples of your eyes.

I admit. I was not like them. Not even close.

What would I do? A...