YOU
It was afternoon, in the canteen. You still wore your junior high school uniform. You caught my eyes with your unique glances. You giggled freely, annoyed me so funny. Then you finally wore that vocational school uniform. You looked cute wearing that suit. You were a chubby-cheeks boy who dated a laptop everywhere. You often got some candies from me when your class was moving. You break the rules sometime. You came late. You got the punishments. You made the seniors even the teachers mad at you. You did such epic actions and that was okay. Those things would always be remembered. You had coloured your days at that moment. It was cool, you know. When your friends just became ordinary pupils and tried to keep their safe circle, you just created something magnificent to your school life. Out of school. You were a spoiled boy who really loved your mommy. You learned playing a guitar from your brother. You got a folding bicycle from your sister. I believe that you were also a lovely so...