Wú Yì Fán, that's the name of the man that I always had a special feelings for. The word 'like' is an understatement to what I see him as, and the word 'love' is just not really me. That word is devious my grandma used to tell me, it brings people to nowhere when they could be doing something productive somewhere. Maybe my grandma is just bitter due to the fact that her marriage wasn't a pleasant one. It scares me. If I did 'love' this person, I'll probably end up just like her. It will be