confession #1

When you caught that tiny toy attached to my backpack and made me smile somehow.

That night when you talked freely, probably because of the beers we had, and you told me a bit about your relationship with that person. That was the first time I'm trying to get a hold of myself not to do anything foolish. And then you asked why do I have to treat you so kind.

You stared sadly, and I was about to go crazy. I wanted so much to make you forget about your pain to the point that I almost kiss you.