she... She is the flower in the greenhouse, the ice cream in summer, a blanket in winter. She is the special existence for me. When she feel good, I feel good, she feel bad, I feel bad. She is in my next classroom, we saw each other everyday, but we seldom talked. When she talked and played with other boys, I feel terrible bad, we chatted online everyday, but at school, we seems like stranger, I wanted to talked to her at school, but I feel so shy. I hoped I can talked everything with her, we can shared all things that makes you happy or sad, and when you needs me, I can be with you all times. She is my lover, but she doesn't know.