I long for you badly.
And I write about you like crazy.
Words help me put out much of the feelings
Which are otherwise tightly compressed...hurting from within.

I know for sure its not love.
Coz I've barely spoken a sentence with you.
And acted in the most stupid manner possible.
You surely must be laughing behind my back.

I don't know who you are
Or even how you are.
I only know whenever you are there,
There's a quick and silent beating of the heart.
...and a lot of butterflies land in the stomach and I simply don't know from where.

I know for sure its not love
Coz when you are with someone else
I burn for a while
But then I simply don't care.

I know you're just a passing moment.
Very much unlikely to be a part of my comming days.
But for sure, in the present, your presence makes me crazy.
Coz somehow I know you are the only one I might as well never achieve.

Belive me. I'm not quite good at keeping relations happy.
I know you'll be much happier with someone else...someone special.
I don't want to spoil the unspoken magic between us,
Which of course you will never feel.