Confession.
I’ll admit this much:
I am infatuated by you.
You are always by yourself, and I just want to just help you.
I try to hear your voice, even if I can’t understand what you are saying.
I silently wish I would get to know you once in this lifetime.
I wish all this will stop.
Why am I so obsessed with you? You are just taking all of my consciousness and all my mind. I just feel sick just not knowing what you are doing. I wish I never saw you.
I maybe realistic, but in this department, I am far from realistic. Far far far far away.
