Hey, I like you.. I wish it were as easy as that to tell you. The thing is, I can’t. I guess I’d just be digging my own grave if I did. Oh forget it.. Looking at things clearly, it’s true you’re the same as me. The only difference is, yours is worse. To be restrained from your love one would feel like death. But to be restrained from your love one when both of you are fully compassionate about each other would feel like undergoing death twice, maybe even thrice.
So, here I stay.. A watcher of your love. You’re love in which I can never be a part of. If this were a movie, I would be the person whom the audience would care less about.
But still knowing it to be impossible, there would be nights when I’d think “What if…”







