I was so scared to tell you how I feel the first time I encountered you. You were perfect in my eyes, while I have so many flaws around my life.

Our story began when you confessed that you like me, and yes, I was so happy. I confessed too. The next days, you said I love you. We were both happy and in love, but even fairy tales have their own problems. We told each of our stories to each other, understood and accepted it. We were, once again, happy. But right now, I don’t know what to feel. I’m starting to doubt if you truly love me or not. If you truly care for me or not.

I hope you will never let go. Please, don’t let me go.