once upon a time..
well, here is a story of my poor friend….(whos name couldn’t be ever published.. 
but it is really touching indeed)
in her diary she wrote….
it started when you hold my hand…
I’m not sure if it’s just my delusional or your intentions are true.. which actually confuse me. by keep thinking about this matter, i may have feel a little spark within my life. as time goes by, those sparks have blindly led me to discover possibility of knowing those matter. until now, sometimes i feel that i might fallen into your affection, but i also have doubt that if it’s just me….
i keep thinking…… and all branches of possibilities there are…. whether positive or negative… i can’t decide too quickly as this may hurt one of us. this floatation feeling made me lost. but i would really greatful that eventho you may not know. i believe that you’re such a great friend that i can share my thought and dream.
no matter how this would end, i will keep trying as best as i can to be a good friend of yours….
such a great friendship…. 
