Sujin. Han Sujin. You make me feel warm inside…

No that’s pathetically cheesy.

Sujin, be mine?

Too demanding.

Sujin you know I like you right?

Well how would she know that?

This is hopeless.

Why is it so hard to put my feelings into the right words? It almost makes me want to give up and just keep them to myself, but the idea of never telling her, never knowing if she feels the same give me the motivation to keep struggling for the right phrase.

Even if she doesn’t feel what I feel for her, I at least want her to know someone likes her. Appreciates her.

People usually see my straight face and downcast eyes and assume I’m cold and unfriendly.

Sujin looks past what my features are saying and instead sees the potential to smile within me.

And she does make me smile. With her bright cat-like brown eyes, her thick wavy black hair and the most dynamic personality. She’s not like other girls who try to act cut; she downright refuses to call me oppa and she slyly slips sneaky little jokes in at my expense.

She ahs me saying all these clever comebacks I never knew I head.

Yeah…she makes me smile a lot.

I just wish I could tell her…

Wishing isn’t going to get me anywhere; I must be productive, pro active.

Today will be the day I confess.

Even if I can’t find the right sweet words, hopefully my actions will speak for me.