It’s too heavy. I am still trying my best to overwhelm this feeling. I know I couldn’t handle but I have to. I am exhausted. The moment will come. And I have to be “me” whom independent. I have to be “just” me, your friend. I’m gonna see you. I am gonna see you. I am gonna see you. See? Something moves intermittent in my heart. I do not really know with my own feeling. But I love to see your smile. Do you know? I’ve prepared all of the consequences. When I meet you, I have to “tac!” and “whooose!” my feeling....