Seeing her wishing everyone except me. I banged my foot on my table to check whether I am a ghost.

I just go stand in front of her house, she passes me without noticing as if I'm invisible..

when her thoughts dip too much in my heart, the excess overflows through my eyes. Some folks call it tears.

Yesterday night, I didn't know how to express my love and how to make her understand. Then came a thought... Why Othello killed Desdemona was not for adultery but his incapacity to express and inability to prove his love...then came this dream..