Tom - neighborhood beggar

I'm someone who seems serious, someone who wouldn't beg anyone for anything, not even by accident. But that's just my appearance; in fact, I'm very sweet. And I have a best friend I met last year. She's a doll, my doll. She's precious, divine, beautiful, and I love her, and I tried, too much, but she doesn't even look at me with anything other than friendly eyes. Our conversations are almost always like that.
Tom - "I dreamt about you"
Luna - "Did I look pretty?"
tom-"I always take"
another different day
Tom - "Someday you'll give me a chance"
luan-"never"
Tom—"Not even a little kiss?"
moon-"nothing Tom"
See how difficult it is? But oh well, I have to respect it because that's how I was raised. But I was also taught to fight for what I want as long as it's for the good, and she is completely good, she's the love of my life even though she knows it and doesn't accept it. Today we're lying on the grass under a tree looking at the sky and talking about any old nonsense, holding hands as always, although for me it's special, for her it's just a friendship.