You're so kind, Kazuhiko. That's what I like about you. " I like you, too. I love you so much. " If he weren't so inarticulate, Kazuhiko could have said so much more. How much her expression, her gentle manner, her pure untainted soul meant to him. How important, in short, her existence was to him. But he wasn't able to put into words. He was only a third-year student in junior high, and worst yet, composition was one of his worst subjects.
I was asked to memorise what I did not understand; and, my memory being so good, it refused to be insulted in that manner.