Remorse of The Past

"That guy,

When Spring comes,
Flower blooms, but
They wither,
That's why I like him more.

When it rains,
The floating rainbow is beautiful, but
It will eventually disappear,
That's why I like him more,

When the night comes,
The floating stars twinkle, but
They will hide when the sun comes out,
That's why I like him more.

He's always been next to me,
That's why I like him."

Everyone was clappping, my teacher asked me if I wrote it myself, and I said yes.
"you wrote 'him' right? May I know who is 'him'?"
I glanced towards the 'him' from my poem. He was sitting right infront of me. I could see the back of his head. Then I got really shy and covered half of my face with the paper, while saying

"It's a secret"