Look at me
getting weaker and weaker everytime we meet.
Let’s not
say hi to each other.
Let’s
pretend we don’t know each other.
Because, it’s
safer that way.
Eventhough I’m
dying to have a conversation with you.
It could be
about your favorite soccer team.
It could be
about your room that’s under construction.
It could be
about your little sister who’s going to kindergarten soon.
It could be
about anything.
I don’t mind
talking to you every single hour.
You’re that
worth for me.
But, that
would kill me faster.
For going
head over heels for you over and over again.
And dude, I
don’t want to die early.
