do you love me?

that was the question till always had lingering in his mind when he looked at you. ever since he found out his feelings for you. he liked you so much, his heart leapt out of his chest every time he saw you.

there was no reason to like you. except for the stupid grin on your face you always had. or the way you laughed. or the way you never got mad at him even when he pushed you away.

he didn't know why he did that, anyway. he didn't want you to hate him at all. in fact, he yearned for the opposite.

but he never knew how to properly express these feelings. the only way he knew how to was by spewing his love into a melody, or on a piece of paper. his notebook was full of little doodles of your face.