Tell me. Will you love me if I tell you right now, “I love you?” Would you even care if I drop a single tear all because of the love of you? I’m not quite sure if I truly love you. You don’t have to bother and help me in answering those questions. All I know is: you’re making my life all complicated. I know that I’m happy with my life right now. I know that I’m all satisfied with my single life. Why do you still have to bother with my head?
I don’t know if I should tell you that I’ve had sleepless nights. I don’t know if I should show you how wrecked I am inside. I just can’t seem to answer the questions; these questions in my mind. I wanted to see the answers and fight; but I just can’t give love just a single try.
Your looks are far deeper than I could have imagined. It never came to me why among all those eyes in the crowd I’d notice yours. It never occurred to me why I have to stop for a while and look at them too. It’s this sensation that goes in my body that wants to look away. It’s this phenomenon that makes me want to stare.
Funny, I know. It’s all ironic, that’s for sure. But, heck, I can’t say more. This thing would go on in circles, left unanswered; left alone.