“It’s not that easy,” she said. “It can never be easy for me to admit how much I like him. Every time I see his hazel brown eyes sparkle when he sees her, every cell of me that was hoping he feels the same way dies. Every time I see him blush when she notices him, a part of me wishing I was her aches. Every time he tells me how much he adores her, my mouth that wants to speak for my heart shuts up. Every time he wishes upon a shooting star, he catches passing by, that you could somehow notice him, I become a statue, just stuck staring at him and feeling every bit of the pain. How can I confess if I am unsure of what I feel? I don’t know if just like him or I feel something beyond that. It’s not really easy, is it? And how would I have the courage to speak up if I already know the answer?,” she smiled painfully, then released a deep sigh.