For what it's worth, my heart still stops every time I see someone who looks even a bit like you.
When I look at you my heart pounds so hard that I'm worried you might hear it one day.
Hi. I like you. I want to kiss your face and make you feel like you're important.
Because you are.
I confessed to her. And she invited me to go together to the fireworks festival next month.
I know you prefer girls with long hair, so guess what I did?
I cut my hair because I like short hair.