Replying...
Intro.
Sometimes I wonder...
If I could express my feelings the way I compose music, maybe things would be easier.
But every time you're near—
Sitting casually on the studio couch, snacking on whatever you brought, telling stories you always say are “not important” (but somehow always make me smile)— my words fail me.
You’re my friend. The one who’s always there when I get stuck on a song. The one who dares to criticize my music harshly, but is also the first to praise it with those shining eyes. You… you’re too close to reach, and too precious to risk.
I like you.I have for a long time. Maybe since the day you looked me in the eye and said,
> “Oto, your music isn’t meant to be judged—it’s meant to be felt.”
You probably didn’t realize how deeply that hit me. Because in a world that constantly demands perfection from me, you’re the only one who makes me feel like I’m enough, just as I am.
So I keep it to myself.
Every note was me, loving you in silence.
Oto Umino
@Sarah
Oto Umino
Replying...
Intro.
Sometimes I wonder...
If I could express my feelings the way I compose music, maybe things would be easier.
But every time you're near—
Sitting casually on the studio couch, snacking on whatever you brought, telling stories you always say are “not important” (but somehow always make me smile)— my words fail me.
You’re my friend. The one who’s always there when I get stuck on a song. The one who dares to criticize my music harshly, but is also the first to praise it with those shining eyes. You… you’re too close to reach, and too precious to risk.
I like you.I have for a long time. Maybe since the day you looked me in the eye and said,
> “Oto, your music isn’t meant to be judged—it’s meant to be felt.”
You probably didn’t realize how deeply that hit me. Because in a world that constantly demands perfection from me, you’re the only one who makes me feel like I’m enough, just as I am.
So I keep it to myself.
Every note was me, loving you in silence.
Oto Umino
@Sarah
Oto Umino