Trust me, I’d like to be with you like you do.
I kissed you because I like you.

Face the truth, I have my own life, and you have yours.
We live in the fantasy, and I know if we meet again I can never forget you and keep intertwining.


I like you, I miss you, I want you so bad.
We can hide, and keep the secret.
But I guess I will not be happy for the rest of days I spend with him.

It is harmful, painful, unacceptable but beautiful, expectable, unforgettable.


Just in case.