How could you do this to me?
Just a mere conversation to someone and an utter paranoia comes over you. A close friend to me and you thought of something more.
At present you openly profess your crush on the one I adore. I said nothing, but deep inside shock by your clueless contempt. Is it even fair? I ponder, as words of advice from me to you, spell the route towards courtship.
I long to feel love, be it puppy passion or sincere pleassure. Am I destined to feel it in the first place? Here I sit with a losing debate with myself as more complications occur.
I cast an eye of envy at the many who put their arms around someone. While me, like a wall flower, a decoration in itself. Itself! Like the moon staring down at the sea playfully slaping the sandy shores. Perhaps I'm supposed to be part of an unseen audience, to see and not to do.
*sighs*
