I tried not to let yesterday night affect me.

I tried not to let my actions around Minwoo change, watching him smile brightly once more as he ranted off on what he wanted to do today.

I tried to flash him my own smile, tried not to let anything show.

I tried not to dismiss his feelings for me, tried not to convince myself he got the notion of love wrong because I'm in no position to do so.

He was right, I didn't know how he was suffering because of my oblivion.

I only treated him as if he were a younger brother and was contented with that alone.

I tried to acknowledge Minwoo as an individual being and erase the previous impressions of him. I tried to see if we could go anywhere further or if I was completely against that idea.

I had nothing against homouality. It was the fact that the opposite party was Minwoo that made it difficult.

I hadn't thought of pursuing anything romantic with him, because it didn't feel like there was a special spark between us. Yet telling Minwoo that was sure to change what we currently have.

He would leave me, because there wasn't any point in staying with someone who wasn't able to love him back.

If I truly had no feelings for him...

I clenched my fists, and the outcome of either choice was clear to me. If Minwoo had confessed to me any earlier, I would probably give him a clear cut answer. Except...

Except that losing him is no longer an option I wish to consider.