To tell you the truth.

That laughing girl seemed impossible to me every time.

I was afraid I would never know who you really were.

Soon I began to love you much more, when your poems appeared in the school newspaper.

But they were so bad that most, if not all, didn't like them.

And how to deny them? Yes, they were. But I loved them, I felt that every word you wrote them for me, even though you didn't even know who I was.

Thank you so much for reading.

Look at you, you are quite a work of art.

Love u