You may not be my first.
But I hope this could everlasting.
You stole it from me, without permission.
Like a Kleptomaniac, not being able to resist that he take something from me.
I love You.
It's not about your eyes, because I never look at you in the eyes.
It's not about your skin, because I never touch your skin.
It's not about your attitude, because without it you still got me.
When you ask me what is exactly make me feel like this.
I just can't answer it.
Because there's something on you that I can't find on someone else.
I loved you so, but I should let you go.
Because I don't know how to let you know.
Maybe it's because I'm not thinking about you on every second of my life?
Maybe just because I'm not trying, as I should be?
Maybe 'cause I know you'd never love me back.
But, I do give my something that you can break.
My heart.