Dear Chenle,

You invited me to go watch the basketball game with you. Your friends were in the stands, calling you to join them. I told you to go and stand with them, but I was dragged along because you "couldn't leave me alone."

Why do you have to say things that make me feel this way?

I stayed by your side, unable to concentrate on the game with your arm constantly brushing against mine.

Please don't stand too close to me, Chenle.

Please don't stand too close.

I don't know how you haven't noticed.

You stole my heart from me.

Best Wishes,
Can