For so long I’ve felt there’s no need or place for love, but a series of new meetings brought upon me curious realizations, or alien feelings, if I should say so. Maybe even a barren heart is able to fall in love?

A huge problem is that the girl is still young with a fickle heart, and pathetically easily amused, which makes me feel so old and cynical. The age gap is about a decade, which means a lot when in the teens range.

We’ve already become friends, so I don’t have anything against waiting for her to grow up. It just feels like a wasted investment when there’s no way to spell it out to her before she grows up some more towards the realities of life.

She already has a big brother, so it’s not necessary for me to adopt that position, but I’m afraid it’ll slide to something like that. Even if the twinkling stars in her eyes won’t go away.