He walks by the town where she lives. He thinks of her. He picks up his phone and put it on his ear. He says, “I think I like you. I think of you everyday. I want to see you. I can be a good man to you.”

He puts down his phone and thinks, ‘I’m so silly. I don’t even have a gut to confess to her. Will she know how I think of her? If I become a better man, will she love me then?’