[ Heheh. Back to lazy laying against. ]

... I... think I started liking you, back when you came to check on me. That Monday... Maybe. After that, I started to look for you in the halls, and during meals... you reminded me of how the sun reflects against the sea: bright and inviting, promising relief and smooth sailing.

[ ... Danger, too. One must respect the sea, lest they drown in her embrace. ]

I wanted to see you more. Even then, I did. It was just... hard, to find excuses to.