I like everything about him.
No, I don't.
I hate everything about him.
No, I don't.
She can't- can't say what she feels. Too shy. Can't communicate.
Luka, you have to say something, I think.
Can't. No. He'll say no!
Say what's important! Just tell him, I encourage myself.
Do it for Toeto!
Toeto's… confusing. She's me. Like, she's a part of me- the part that thinks all about him. The part that's too shy.
Separating myself, Luka, from my other self, Toeto. How did I think of that idea, anyway? Looking back on it, it seems dumb. Like, No, I didn't do that, it was the other me. Named Toeto!
Why I just can't be one Luka, I don't know, but still. Toeto- me- her- us- likes him.
I should tell him. I know I should. Toeto should.
But can we?
If you want to tell him, do it! I smile at Toeto.
Toeto doesn't reply.
Well, what do I expect?
One day, though, Toeto will tell him how we feel.
I know she will. Seriously, why wouldn't she?
Toeto smiles.
There she is, part of me, but too shy to really do anything.
I smile. "Hang on, Toeto!" I yell. I get a few looks from people, but who cares? Well, Toeto does. She's embarrassed.
"You're going to tell him, and you're going to be amazing!"
I raise my cell phone up to my ear so it doesn't look like I'm talking to myself, even though I kind of am.
"Hold on, Toeto!"