There's this girl.
I like her.
But she isn't well with people.
I don't want to scare her, but I wish I wasn't surrounded by people whenever she's around.
She stays in the corner, usually reading.
My parents know.
They say,
"It takes time."
I know that.
So I wait.
There's this girl.
I like her.
But I can't talk to her, even if she's surrounded by people.
She's the daughter of the school's principal, that's why she's the center.
So I read my time off, but it's strange why social rules apply.
My parents know.
They say,
"Wait until it arrives."
I know this.
So I wait.
There's this girl I like.
But my friends want me to stop that, they don't want me to be with her.
"Stick with the football players, you'll like them."
So I went for one of them. I didn't like him. I didn't think of liking him.
He knew, he said I wasn't alone. That I shouldn't be forced.
"Break off those chains, tell her. Heck, you can even shout it to the world."
I'm going to tell her.
There's this girl I like.
But I hear really bad stuff.
"A girl shouldn't like a girl!" "Stop, that's gay, dude." "Are you sure you're not homo?" "A girl should be with a boy."
It scares me.
So I cry.
She came.
She said she liked me.
In a way that's shameful, but wonderful.
I love her.
I told her.
She continued crying, but assured me that she's happy.
I'm happy too.
I couldn't help but hug her.
I'm not afraid to face challenges.
I know I love her.
I love her.
She hugged me.
I hugged back.
We're happy.
We broke off the chains.
I love this girl.
