Day 35: There’s this Ramen Shop I go every time I’m back home. Tucked away into a corner of an outdoor mall, the place reminds me of everything I love in life.
But the owners don’t know any of this. I try my best not to tell them because there’s something special about unrequited love. The desire of bursting out in songs is perfectly balanced with this nerve-wrecking want to keep it a secret, unrequited love to me is such an organic, selfless form of love — it’s nothing short of a brilliant, tiptoeing dance.
They probably know from my 30% tip anyways.