I spotted you reading english-language books, that’s why I am writing this text in english. And oh, I fell for you, that’s why I am writing it in the first place. You are beautiful, this is my message to you. What else am I about to say, I wonder. It was a Tuesday when I realized I like you, as I went this troublesome way to that boring mall although I didn’t need to buy anything. It was a Thursday when I realized you like me, as you crossed my path and clenched your fingers in an adorably cute way. Each glance that you give sends diamonds into the air, it was pretty much the best movie I ever saw. Each breath that you take has a roaring sound, it was the soundtrack of my summer. To be honest, the only reason I didn’t talk to you immediately is that my head was far too blurry. Truth be told, the only reason I didn’t stay with you after finally talking to you on purpose is that my brain was overwhelmed with being happy. Of course I wasn’t in my best condition. It’s this disastrous year which seemed to suffocate me a bit. I am good with words, but maybe I am not good with them when it’s face to face. If it’s possible to call you a friend of mine someday, I will show you these words. Hopefully we can laugh about them at this point. But perhaps you won’t read them ever. And that would be a shame. What makes a grown man cry, you ask. I can tell. Missing chances. You may not know this, but you did me a tremendous favour. For this very reason I want you in my life, as a friend, or as a memory at least. You already did your work, getting me out of desperation. So thank you for giving me this particular feeling that there still are some things that matter. It doesn’t even have to be perfect. I want something just like this.