I hate pink. I don’t why. I just feel that pink is disgusting. I hate pink because pink means love.
I hate pink, I hate falling in love.
Yeah. I’ve fallen in love since I met a boy. I know that he is so religious.
At the first time, I saw him when he passed in front of my class. I don’t why; I’ve met him so many times since that day. When I saw the door, he passed. When saw the door, he looked at me too. My heart was beating so fast. What happened?? I ever feel this thing, but this is the first time for my heart to beat so fast.
When I heard his voice, I feel so calm. I smiled when he was talking to me. I laughed when he was nervous talking to the other. I ever feel this thing, but this is the first time for me to be nervous to talk.
Oh My God, if this feeling is bad, please take him away from my eyes. But let me hear his voice because I really like his voice when he called Your Name.
Oh no! Why pink always disturb my eyes?? HUH!