When I am working, I remember how you tease me and how you laugh with me on those weird stuff I didn’t think anyone will laugh at, and there’s me, smiling like an idiot when I remember all these.

But I am afraid to tell you that I like you, even though I know you too probably have some feelings for me 

Because I know that I really like you, but then you’re leaving within a month. I just wish you know how many times I wanted to tell you I like you a lot.