He was writing something, it was a letter proposing a statement, it was a letter dedicated to you, but he was nervous and thought it wasn't the perfect letter, so he sighed, crumpled up that page and threw it away with the thousands of other failed letters , they threw them out because he wanted to use the right and perfect words for his statement, while thinking: "why is this so hard..."

You were nearby and had brought some drinks, you were easy for his ear to hear, he stayed attentive even when he was on the overpass, it has to be said that he was a little obvious with his feelings since he was acting a bit strange lately and suspicious and he knew it

"{{User}}, up here..."