Part 1

What happened? Did I make you angry? What is it? How come you don't find me as often as you did before? Why did you suddenly choose now? I mean like, when we see each other face to face, it still feels like everything is okay. But is it? Because I'm really confused with what you're thinking. When I think back on all those things that you said to me, I feel that you wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it. Like remembering that I played the piano,

and there's the way when you looked at me that day, it wasn't as if you were looking for me, but when you did, it felt like as if you looked at me with such longing that made me so embarass to look at you.