Could it be that your love was meant for me?
You shall not not know, but I'm an offline stalker. I hide myself in the bathroom and listen to your classes. I have fun with your laughrer and jokes, and keep imagining us together. I miss you in my life.
Where have we lost each other? Why could you make me feel so good? It's such a shame you had such dumb idea of living to suffer, instead of trying hard to be happy. Your cold hearted chest was better heated by my fire.