My Number 9 Man

Okay, today I saw you. After a weeks, maybe. And, you know how it feels? Rainbow.

Embarassed. Ashamed of what I was did at the last rehearsal. I was on yo team, but I made a lotta strange and stupid action. And finally, I fell in front of you.

Afraid. Afraid of yo. Afraid of yo reaction. You know,  I've been absent for a long time. Even I didn't came to rehearsal besause I'm sick, but I can't deny my  fearless if I broke averything.

Happy. Cuz I met you. I can talk w/ you, although it isn't happen.

Antonished w/ yo smile, nice voice, and yo jump when you smashed the ball.

Honestly, everything that I felt, is just showed that I really care of you. I like you, seriously. But I realize, who I am. Ugly duck who dream bout prince charming will come to her. So hard to fight w/ this lack of confidence. I always try to build my faith bout good destiny, but I tell you again, its really hard.

And then I decide to don't care bout yo feeling to me. This is called one-side loving. Its okay. The important thing, that I can see you often at rehearsal. Love ya my number 9 man :)