"are you really in love with me?"

"of course, I really really love you, babe."

then, why doesn't it seem like you do?

because no—not really. you're just in love with the way I always make you feel. like you're the Sirius among my constellation of stars.
because you are.

you just.. you just love my words. you love the way I pour my feelings for you through my poems. you love the way I arrange words and phrases to cheer you up on your hard times. you love the way I appreciate everything you do.

you love the fact that you're special to someone—to me. but you neither give me a feedback nor treat me the way I treat you because you know that I'll always be there for you, whatever it takes.


— of course you are my Sirius,
but darling you're shining too bright,
and I'm burned.