Today I cried. I still want to.

Why am I so stupid?

Why did I fall for him?

D:

I'm in love. ):

I can't say it.

I hope you understand.

For I think about you all day. 'I love you' lingers on the tips of my fingers.

But I don't know you. Harsh reality comes between this. Common sense warns me that I don't know him, he could be someone scary.

But it's harder to believe. And if he was someone scary, why would he have a story? Why didn't he hit on someone else?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But I can't tell you those three words. Those three words of mirth, poison, pain, yet happiness. A double-edged sword.

I'm sorry. I hate myself. I'm sorry.

I love you...