This is a story of a real person-not me, not you.
A certain girl was fond of a boy. This girl set her eyes to this boy who happened to have typical physical assets, nothing special. But this boy has many achievements, without knowing it the girl was intimidated by him. Seeing him is a joy and an agony at the same time. The joy of feeling his presence is enough to sustain her life span, but it kills her every time that no words of appreciation for each other's presecence is coming out of their mouth generated by their brains full of words.
A certain girl was fond of a boy. This girl set her eyes to this boy who happened to have typical physical assets, nothing special. But this boy has many achievements, without knowing it the girl was intimidated by him. Seeing him is a joy and an agony at the same time. The joy of feeling his presence is enough to sustain her life span, but it kills her every time that no words of appreciation for each other's presecence is coming out of their mouth generated by their brains full of words.