It's not that I didn't like you back, it's just that I couldn't.
Being the only child, I had and still have a lot of pressure on my back. I have to prove myself worthy to be an heir, and I have to get a beautiful wife to start a family with. It's never easy.
I always felt your stare when you pass by me in the hallway. At first, I didn't mind it. Not to be cocky, but as the son of a big shot, stares at me were never a strange thing. But yours was different.
Others looked down and underestimated me because of my privilege, but you didn't. Even the people that liked me didn't have their eyes sparkle like that. As if containing a thousand stars, you looked at me like I was a walking fine jade, eyes gleaming and all that.
I was always waiting for you to make a move on me, even though it's pointless now that we've parted ways. I didn't care if we couldn't work together romantically, all I wanted was for you to finally gather up the courage to confess.
After a while, I started feeling weird about myself.
Why talk so highly of him if he's just a nobody? Am I sure I'm not becoming like him? Am I becoming a secret admirer too?
Of course I couldn't admit to that. My family trusted me to continue the lineage. How could I just ditch them for someone I barely know?
I never knew your name or what class you're from. All I know was that you had a black sling bag with a small smiley face pin on the strap. I know that you liked to drink bottled iced coffee, and I know that you always bought egg custard buns on Thursdays.
Seeing you happy when you get fresh buns or sad when you didn't get any, it made me giggle once in a while. There are many times that I want to give you the snacks that got sold out, but I could only look at you, and nothing more.
If we ever meet again, I'll make sure that you look at me like that again. No matter how long it takes, I won't be a coward and finally give you the attention that you deserve.
Thank you for lighting up my days of youth, dear stranger.