I am manly, yet she calls me cute. I am honest, yet she tells me to stop lying. I love her, and she tells me not. I think of her as a woman, but to her I’m just her dongsaeng. I love her...yet I hurt her.


Standing by the sideline, I watch as other guys try taking an opportunity to seduce the goddess. But she politely denies with a soft smile, but they don’t see what I see. I see the sorrow and sadness that has fully infected her eyes and aura. She may be happy on the outside but her anger were always hiding in the inside. That’s why I couldn’t bring myself to say


“I’m sorry”

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