It's not a love letter, nor poetry. It's only papper. And it has a relief says "I love you". I made it by self, i made it with heart, and I aim that paper to someone.
But it has been along time the paper in my bag, and I don't know how long. I am affraid of giving it to her, I don't have courage to give it, I was nerveous, I have a lot of chance to give it, but I don't take it. I feel stupid.
I tried to create my own chance, I wish I can give it. But the reality says different, I can't even talk much in front of her.
Then I tried another way, I practiced to speak, I created my conversation preparation, I built my courage to give it. When I has enough courage to give, she is gone, and it will be only the undelivered paper.
