What Should She Do?

There's a little girl. My friend. She doesn't good at love-thingy.

One day, there's a friendly boy. He said that she's cute. She laughed.

Later, they met each other and they got a chance to talk.

He pinched her cheek and keep saying that she's cute.

At first, she only thought that it's because she's funny.

But his touch might be addictive to her.

Ah, poor her.




Once upon a time, he was standing next to her.

He poked her arm. Signed her that he was next to her.

She acted like it was annoying. But it brought her a sunny-feeling.

Day by day, every time they met, they threw smile.

And day by day, she got confuse with her feeling.


Her friend reminded her that he was only being friendly

And she also conscious.

Somehow, she doesn't want to get hurt.

But her other heart is still searching where he's standing.



What should she do?

...

Who are you?
I mean, really, who are you?
And who am I?

Why can't I treat you like I treated people
Why do I smile when you near

I know you're no good for me
But there's something about you that makes me want to know about you more and more and more