You really believe –
If you don’t love me back, I would stop caring.
  Caring for not to care anymore.
If you told me to stop loving you, I would walk away.
  And I’ll still be loving you secretly from distance.
If you disappear, I would be better off without you.
  I shall have no life to live, all broken.
If I forgot you, I would stop thinking about you.
  You’ll always be my every Sweetest nightmare.
If we never met, I would see through happiness.
  Hell, what’s the point of it then?