I liked your smile back then. An innocent smile that can conquer any hardships.
I liked your voice the way you sing. The way you play the guitar is relaxing. I watched you from afar, as it caught my attention. Does it look like I'm a creep?
I liked how friendly you are. I'm too shy to approach you, but you extend your hands on me.
I even embarrassed myself in front of everyone, as I am the last to pray in the building full of campers.
Did you know that I prayed earnestly to God for us to be partners in the banquet?
Or on how naively I prayed that we can be lovers? I knew even back then how immature I was, as I was still in my freshman year. But I was this never before, as I am right now.
In every activity that we have, I hoped that we could be teammates, but as unlucky as I am, it didn't happen.
Even if we are on a rival team, I always look at you, but I realized, you never look at me, as you were focused on the most beautiful girl in our camp.
I'm boyish, she's not. I can lift heavy objects, but not the weight of my feelings. Thus, in order for my feelings to be freed, I told my camp best friend about it.
