16 years ago. Carry my bag. Asked me who is my crush. I didn’t reply. You answered it yourself and said it was you. I said no. You kept on teasing me. I hated you. Because you’re not. 3 years ago. I saw you. You didn’t notice me? Perhaps. You’re a snob. I was passing by. I know it was you. I hid behind my umbrella just to not see your face. A couple of days ago. I saw you few times. With a girl. With a girl. Yes, with a girl. You said you’re lonely and alone. I’ve read it. How come you are when you have a girl beside you. A girl beside you. Thought you’re a fool. Last night. You kept on appearing in my dream. Am I thinking a lot about you? Maybe. But why? I never did like you. The feeling is mutual. Maybe you really hate me and I really hate you, too.