2015.02.28:
Dear diary,
I guess I should be happy that Wonwoo isn't talking to me. I mean, that was what I always wanted, right?
Right. But then, no.
Over the past few days, I have grown fond over Wonwoo. I don't know, I guess it all started when my heart began making those rhythmic noises. Or when my stomach began swarming with butterflies. Or when he made me realize that a person shouldn't always be alone.
But just when I was getting fond of him, when I finally accepted the fact I like him, it was too late. And now these were the reasons why I should never let people in. Because if I did, I would get too fond of them and they will eventually leave. They would leave a painful scar and I would be the one crying in the end while they leave me. They'll feel nothing.
Urgh, I have to try and fix this. I can't let him go without trying.
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I left a message on his table, wanting to meet him after school at the football field. If I wrote rooftop, he would know who I was and never come.
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I met him after school.
"You?" Wonwoo asked in a cold voice and it somehow reminded me of, well, me.
I winced a little and just tried to reason out, "Wonwoo, you don't understand. Minah is lyingㅡ"
"I don't want to talk about it," he said, turning his head away.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself. "Wonwoo..."
Wonwoo cleared his throat and began speeding away, clearly ignoring me.
So then, this... this is the end? It's really the end?
Love,
Hani.