“My girl, my girl, my girl

You will be myy girlllll~”

I can’t help but bounce as I walk home,

Despite my ridiculously heavy backpack.

I can’t help but smile,

Despite the test I failed.

I can’t help but feel happy,

Despite everything.

I’ve got her now.

Her,

Who knows all the darkness in my mind.

Her,

Who is different in the same ways I am.

Her,

Who I’d loved as a friend first for years.

Her,

Whose name echoes like a mantra in my head.

Her,

Who looks so good in my jacket.

Her,

Who I’ve loved for so long.