I initiated the confession,

A confession marked by much importance of my feelings to you.

Only a page long, and unromantic as it is, presented on a blank Word Document.

A confession planned for years,

As my mind was pressuring itself, searching for the most appropriate words to be put across.

They were sent.

All sent to the rightful owner who deserves to hear the honesty, sincerity and generosity of a naive yet passionate girl in love,

It ended in an awkward pose.

With no sincere reply, but a mere greeting to imply that I should give up.

I knocked my head a few times,

But there was no revelation.

I imagined myself being stabbed to death,

But nothing was telling me to stop.

Then I thought,

"How could it stop when my heart has stopped functioning long ago?"

I cried.