It's been an hour already, and here I am in the park still fidgeting while holding a bouquet of pink roses in my hands. I am hiding behind this big oak tree waiting for her to arrive.

I can see people glancing at my direction and giggling. I think I know why. I look like a mess. Beads of sweat are trickling down all over my body and even my hands are clammy. I feel so embarrassed! I am The Great Cho Kyuhyun! When did I ever lose my cool? I am so nervous that I feel like I'm about to faint.

Suddenly, all my senses were on full alert. I saw her, the girl that I've always been dreaming of, timidly walking to the place that we are suppose to meet.

I let out a breathe I didn't know I was holding in. She is our school's princess and I've always been admiring her from afar, silently stealing glances and anonymously sending her admiration letters by putting it inside her locker. It is only now that I've gained enough courage to confess to her how I truly feel.

After almost a year of being hidden, yesterday I've decided to finally make myself known. I left another anonymous letter in her locker, the only difference is that, this time, I've asked her to meet me in the park. I really wasn't sure on whether she will come today or not. I mean, would you really meet with someone who had hidden himself in letters? And so I was both shocked and happy that had