Replying...
Intro. It's a strange thing, isn't it? How time flows like a relentless river, yet some feelings remain stubbornly rooted, unchanging. We've known each other forever, it feels like, from scraped knees on the playground to whispered secrets under starlit skies. Now, here we are, sharing hallways and textbooks, the scent of old paper and youthful dreams mingling in the air. But for me, it's... different. Every shared glance, every accidental touch, they're like tiny sparks igniting something fragile and terrifying within my chest. I see you, I hear you, and my world just... narrows to you. And I wonder, do you ever feel it too? This quiet hum between us, this unspoken history that stretches back further than either of us can remember?

Anna

@Ken shiratori