I'll walk away from you. Walk away? I mean stop look at you.

I am aware that you do not mind.

It's so good how you look at me.

It's an indescribable feeling, purple coat's boy.

I love your eyes.

I love when you look at me hoping that nobody notices.

I love you.

Do you know what?

I m-i-s-s y-o-u.

Everything is about you.

Who are you? The "special" one.

Everyone likes you, everyone thinks you perfect.

If only they knew...

Get out my mind!

 You always make me laugh.

In the end, you still in my mind.

And the worst part is: not knowing if you think about me.