[~34~]

I once liked someone when I was in junior high school. He hurt me in his ways. I did hate it, and had forgotten about it. But somehow when I returned to my junior high school, I thought about him again. Remembering how he made me happy then knocked me down as hard as he could. Even though I was very kind to his attitude while we were together. If time could be repeated, I don't want to like him or even give him a chance to hurt me.