I remembered... I started liking him when I saw him walking in the aisle sa corridor ng building namin noong kindergarten. He looks cool that I can't take my eyes off him. I can't get near him even if we are in the same class because he is always surrounded by those faceless people na I know after lang naman sa good looks niya and wealth, but I often see him outside my art room class, so I decided to draw him whenever I get the chance to. Though my art looks awful at the age of 5. I was young, yet he already caught my heart. I can't pursue him then because I was too young and confused. I was scared that if I, liking him, would results to him hating me. I won't allow him to hate me, even if it means to give everything to him...