"Actually, there is a girl I like."
You told me casually, after we finally became closer friends.
"So am I just a friend?" is the question written on my face,
but I try my hardest not to be discerned by you.
"Actually, I really like you." I can't bring myself to say it out loud.
I don't want to do something insensible and then get hated by you.
There's a subtle distance between us, and the time seems to have stopped.
However, I cannot abruptly bring myself to hate you.
Judging from your expression as you walk next to me,
I guess you must be thinking about that girl and smiling from it.
No longer able to keep looking at your happy face, I slowed down my pace.
I walked behind you to one side at an angle of about 30 degrees.
Unable to see each other's facial expression, we kept our respective positions.
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know if I should still like you.
We have met each other, but will my feelings be returned in the near future?
My thoughts for you are unrequited, but that's fine, for I want us to stay friends at least.
But it's all like a dream. I wish one day you'd become aware of my feelings.
But since I don't want you to hate me, and I want to stay around you,
I locked away my feelings and said, "I'm sure everything will turn out fine!"