I want to tell you that I do like you. Not just like, but like, like you. I don't know if you like me too. Like, like me too. I guess I'll never know.
I need to flush you out of my system. I need to shift to another direction because I can't go on waiting for you. You might be waiting for someone, too.
But I wish you'd tell me so that I won't look stupid, going along..
I have to fight.