bebi

I've confessed it to my friend that I like you.
I still like you even when you say that you had her.
Am I selfish that I want you to be mine? Am I?
Am I just an invisible 'another girl' for you...?
Am I just torturing my self by loving someone that I don't even know who before?
Am I blind by your words? Because each words that you type for me feels like a sweet remedy..
Am I too much?
You make my day with your own way.
And I addicted to you.
But now you left.
Without any reasons why...
Just left.
Am I that boring and that's why you left and close any way that I can take to reach you?
Even when you made big mistakes, I still in love with you.
What? Love? Yes.
I've typed that 3 little corny words for you.
But maybe you're not taking it seriously. I know.
And you must know that I'm jealous with whoever that close to you.
Call me selfish, call me spoiled brat, call me childish, call me juvenille.
I don't care.




I want you.