You called me today; I was a little surprised because I didn’t think that at some point of your daily routine you would remember me.

I ask you the reason for dialing my number and you said, “Nothing, I felt the butterflies in my stomach which urges me to call you”.

I don’t know if I should be happy with what I hear or I should be angry with the way you make me feel. It is relatively unfair as it seems that when you feel lonely you make use of me as a form of recreational activity.

So if you feel happy and glad, you forget about me.

You just don’t know how much I wanted to chat with you every day, wanted to tell you how I feel for you but I couldn’t as it is prohibited and I shouldn’t.

So I  patiently waited for the snatched time you have for me, but  I also asked myself, when am I supposed to deal with this kind of agony?

I hate you and the way you made me feel, I don’t know if you’re really serious or just enjoying this adventure.

Why are you doing this to me? Why are you hurting me? I couldn’t remember a time that I injured you so you can take this painful revenge against me.

When the only mistake I did was loving you though I know it is forbidden.

If you do genuinely care, please release me from this captivity.

I want to breathe normally and just be free