I walk into school this morning, and there you are, walking right in front of me.

You're walking ahead of me, hands stuffed deep in your pockets.

The girls giggle and blush and whisper furiously to one another as you pass.

But you ignore them, and walk on, uncaring.

A soft breeze brushes by, stirring your hair with a sigh, and the wisps flutter dreamily, light as gossamer, glowing like burnished gold in the kiss of the morning sun.

I want to reach out and touch your hair, run my fingers through the soft, silky strands.

I want to run and hug you from behind, feel the warmth of you fill the loneliness, soothe this ache in my heart.

I love you, Jaemin.

I've loved you for so long.

Turn around and look at me.

I'm the girl who lives next door to you.

I'm the girl who grew up with you.

And I'm the girl who's hopelessly, crazily in love with you.

Stop walking ahead of me all the time.

Slow down, so I can catch up with you.

Stop, so I can talk to you.

But you keep walking on...

Leaving me far, far behind...