Of course I know I am not in love with him.
It just him. His smell. His taste.
I don't know.
I am not really sure.
But he helps me, everytime.
And, dear me, I am surprised as well. 'Cause I am missing him right now, at this moment.
Oh, God, I wish you were here. With me.
I know that you love my laugh. Yesterday, I saw a different face. The way you looked at me. You killed me, boy. Like that morning, when we were just talking a little.
I am not sure. I am scared, as usual.
And I know that I am gonna lose you, but I can't save us anymore.
Please, don't tell me more histories.
We are what we are.
We are doomed. I am just waiting for you to cry because of me. Like I did with you. And like I am gonna do again, some day.
Of course I know I was completely crazy about him. But he was not about me. We just were burning. Like a fire meeting gasoline. Like everything we know about each other.
Break.
Burn.
End.
