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Log 22,

He keeps on glancing at me, Rosalyn says so. My heart flutters at the mention, but it's probably nothing.

He only holds platonic love for me, just like how he does to everyone else. I'm just being hopeful. I know that.

But I can't help but think, maybe. Just maybe. He would really like me. My love goes far and deep as the ocean and the vast wide range of the horizon across the mountains.

I really, really like him a lot.

Rosalyn knows. I think the children know. On would always attempt to leave the room when there's only five of us, Raon and Hong would give looks then smile mischievously. It's embarrassing. That I can attest.

He's back at it again. He keeps on glancing at me.

I sometimes meet his gaze, then he would stare for longer. I think something is actually wrong with me rather being in love. My heart is erratic and I feel a bit dizzy—I could feel myself burn like a bonfire surrounded by water yet can't be put out.

Loving—, appreciating him is easy.

But, saying it out loud is worse than a paper cut. I'd probably get hanged up by multiple, fuddy duddy, overprotective father figures.

I don't think I'd appreciate getting turned to dust. No, I'd rather live as a fish with him than to disappear.

I like him, I really do.

But if ever there comes a day where I can confess, let's just hope I do not make myself a complicated mess.

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