
For Keenan-ku.
How's it going? Stay good, right? Today's last game doesn't affect your mood, does it? Thank goodness you're okay. Even I still hope you will be okay even if it is not so now.
Tonight, I'm there. The first time I saw you play in a basketball arena. The last time I saw you in a match like this. Sure oes. You also need to focus on your exam, right? So you cut it off to be the last time you play in a team.
Ah, back again. I was right there. But maybe you don't see me. I'm wearing a blue t-shirt typical of our alma mater, like most of our school supporters. While you're wearing that profanity uniform you've always been proud of. I smile for you, like most people. You smile at everyone. My eyes are only on you. However, I'm sure you saw all the spectators in the stands. I'm cheering for you, like a group of supporters should be. You're just smiling knots hearing people's cheers.
I, like most people there, am invisible to you. I, like most of our school girls, like you. Your charm is beyond doubt, right?
However, in the final seconds of the match, I finally saw an expression other than your silly laughter. You look moody, sad, sorry, and feel .. guilty, maybe. Your head keeps bowing. Your eyes are staring more sharply. Even when one alma mater sings our pride school mars. The new graffiti on your beautiful face, never really disappeared from my mind since then. It doesn't feel good if you have to feel this bittersweet reality. It was heartless to see your laughter change downward. That's really not your style, is it?
If I really were in your life, I would have to be—or even you— would have approached to brush off your sadness. If I had really been seen in your eyes, you would have turned your eyes and told me through your eyes. If I were really real in your world, we would definitely spend some time after your delayed victory today, right?
Uh. Fortunately I was quite conscious. Still sane enough to admit that I'm just like most people. Like most people who admire your charm. Like most people who can't take their eyes off your sharp eyes. Also realize that I was never there, seen, even real in your mind.
Don'worry. None of that matters to me. I'm a regular. Besides, I'm sure my race towards you will also turn to ashes, sooner or later. Although I'm not sure how long it will take to remove you.
But everything's gonna be fine. Just trust me. All those sad stories will pass and you will feel ordinary. You'll be able to laugh again. You'll be able to come back funny. Doesn't matter. All you have to do is believe in yourself. Don't mind the word of the madman who stepped on you. It also does not take too long to dissolve in disappointment. Just so you know, if you overdo it, you might not go back to being the same person.
Like me.
Finally, I got to this part. Again, I want to say that life is not as easy as it seems. But believe me, spring will come in your life. You just have to be patient to wait for him. Ah, ja. If you're worried that people aren't looking at you anymore, rest assured that you still have one person who will keep staring at you. Also if you're worried that no one will like you, I'm still here to love you. Just chill. You don't have to run because I won't move. Just turn your head back and you'll see me. There are some things that can't change, that includes me and my feelings.
In the end, congratulations on your awesome last match. I hope you will and always will be fine. Do I have to say like most people? Alright. Stay upbeat, yes. To me, you are the most beautiful mistake.
Your admirer, Kheira.