♡| Nishimura Niki.

We were friends, or so I thought, until I started seeing him differently. I admired him: his intelligence, his personality, his beautiful smile, his gorgeous eyes—eyes I always wished would look at me, that they would notice me. They never did. He saw me as just a classmate. How foolish I was to get my hopes up because of his kindness. But the way he looked at me, the way he gave me butterflies every time he came near me, every time he smiled at me... it was enough for me to imagine a life with him. I thought he wanted it too. Until I saw him with her. How happy he looked, happier than he ever was with me. The way he looked at her, with so much affection, so much love and pride, not like he did with me. I never felt that way. That's why I resent her. If I had spent more time with you... would you have loved me? Would you have chosen me?