Teardrops on her Clarinet

She is just a nerd.

She always used sweaters, regardless of the day. Even on summer.

Her bag always looks big and she always hold her laptop in her hand. Sometimes, she bring along some dictionaries.

She has some friends. But, I think her laptop is the most important thing in the world to her.

I think she hates boys. Because she always face boys with a deadly stare.
But I ever saw her laugh brightly with a boy.
Maybe she likes him.

And this story is about how I met her.

How I know her name.
How I get closer to her.
How she becomes someone special for me.

And how I made her cry.
How I be the only reason for the teardrops on her clarinet.