"L..look at me with your pretty eyes.. mm.. yeah.. in reality, I was scared to say it.. but, now that I see y..your cute tongue and y..your handsome vocals.. I.. I'm not.. not afraid anymore.. I wanna tell you now.. I'm ashamed of it, you h..hate me.. but.. but yet, I love you.. And.. I wanna be called a loser by you.." The boy nervously cupped your face, his emerald green eyes searching your body language for any negative emotions.