If I just had the courage to approach you instead of feeling so discouraged, though it won't be today. 
Maybe I'll take the chance to say 'hey' someday, but today I'll stay away. 
I'll stay away. 

Months have gone by. 
Every time we joke in the back of class, I imagine what it could be like as your girlfriend. 
We'd laugh and chat over the summer break, going on dates, kissing the night away. But it's merely a fantasy because, in reality, I'm still too meek. 
Even with this progress and a blossom of friendship, I never confess. 
I never confess. 

Soon the end of the school year is near. 
The Spring Formal event is around the corner; a season of new beginnings, so I admit my feelings. 
Regardless of my competition and not being the flashiest girl, I admit my feelings. 

And at the school dance, you smile and accept my hand. 
Just like that, my concealed love is no more when hearing those little words of 'I like you' back. 
I like you back. 

A/N: The result when you always have romantic inspiration but never a first-love experience 😅 Do hope it's a nice memory for those who can actually relate to this.