i can't help thinking as to why i like you when you're still such a kid. i mean, really, you don't even know the context of saying "i love you" other than "because i felt like it".

i keep asking that you grow up fast and see me as more than a friend. but, huh, how the heck is that possible. and i wouldn't want you growing up fast by going through something terrible. no. better you go at your own pace.

i'll just sit here and stay and, i dunno, maybe be your sister or something. your friend of course. i don't know your intentions either. you're a living paradigm. i wish i could decode you.