As he stared at the sleeping figure of the woman in front of him, he could not help but think of the emotion rising in his chest. He had known her for only two years and they weren't even close. But how quickly it conquered his heart. This feeling was new to him. He felt vulnerable, he felt happy.

　　He gently and tenderly stroked the sleeping girl's cheek. He was looking at her as if he was memorizing her face — every angle, every lines, every mole. He was looking at her as if she was the most precious thing he had ever seen in his entire life. He wanted to hold her in his arms and protect her from anything that was hurting her but he knew he has no right to do that. He wanted to keep her inside his pocket and shield her from harm but he did not want to because he wanted her free.

　　It was weird because he was contradicting himself but this was what he was feeling right now.

　　He stood up and from the drawer on the side of the bed he pulled out his black notebook. This notebook is empty and for the first time he thought of putting something in there. What he'll do will be out of his character but for his piece of mind and heart, he'll do this.

　　September 28, 20xx

　　You,

　　I have only known you for two years but why am I feeling this way for you? When I first met you two years ago, I admit I became fascinated at you. You were an enigma to me. But I know it was just mere curiosity. I don't know what had happened but right now, something inside me shifted. It was as if I was being awakened after sleeping for so long. I wanted to see your smile everyday. I wanted you to look at me and only me.

　　When I saw your teary face today, I felt my heart crippled into pieces. It was as if somebody tore my heart. It was painful looking at your crying face but I still held you. I wanted to take away your pain but how when I'm not the one you're needing?

　　I guess, for now, I will remain at his shadow. I will remain standing behind you, watching your every move, supporting you from here. While doing that, I'll analyze this feeling inside my heart.

　　Can I ask for a single request? Can you look at me — really look at me — one time? Please?

　　He was a genius and he knew what this feelings was but he was unsure if he should do something to it. Because what if this feeling would just be a burden to that someone? So for now, he would wait. He would wait for the right moment, for the right time, but as he wait, he would make his presence known to him. He would let her see him. He would make her look at him.