Frankly, I ask myself a question though: Why do I love you? No, do not answer. Anyway, this question will remain unanswered. But what I mean is why me? Why I had to fall in love with you? Sometimes I cry. I know it is anything. Alternatively, I could also ask the question in reverse: Why do not nem'aimes? Do not look at me like that, I know there will never be answers to this question, either. You can not do anything. And neither, for that matter. You know, I've got nothing when you're not there. Although, when you're there, you're kidding me. I prefer your teasing your absence. Your cruelty to your indifference. Just for that stupid little voice in my head telling me that at least I is a bit for you. That's it. That's it. Now I just hope that one day I would be able to tell you all this in the face.