Dara can’t sleep. She just really can’t. After reading that letter, she felt like someone was watching her from her window. She just can’t explain the feeling when she read that card, it’s like thousands of caterpillars are crawling from her body.

“Why I’m judging the person immediately? Maybe he just wants us to be friends?” Dara is feeding her mind with these thoughts. She just wants to stay positive and let anxiety leave her soul.

“What if he is not a he? What if he is actually a she?”

“Ahhh dara you idiot!” she knocks her head many times and wishing she can finally solved this thing. Because of her endless views, she did not sleep for the whole night.

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“Dara. Sandara Park. My Goddess. Please please please.”  He is mixing the cookies batter while he keeps humming Dara’s name.

“Dara, Dara, Dara.

O can't you see
You belong to me?
How my poor heart aches

When you smile to everyone else

Your smile only belongs to me

You belong to me”

He is now smiling like an idiot. He keeps saying these things over and over aga