You are so confusing. I hope I know how you feel every time you hold my hand and our eyes meet. I wish I'm not the only one who feels like dying every time we're close to each other. Because I die every time you say goodbye. I don't feel right when you say goodnight. A part of me dies when I think it might be our last. Last conversation. My last glimpse of you. So please, if you feel the same, tell me. Tell me before it's too late. Even if you don't feel the same, tell me still. I'm fine. I will be fine. Because I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering.