I really think that I am in love with you, but I get so scared of the mere thought of it. I want to have you forever, as sick and selfish as that is. You were always the one, and I knew it. My subconscious knew it, I mean, that's why I could never let you go. Sometimes I would curse myself, ask myself why I still sought to see you, even though all you did was hurt me. I would spend my nights thinking about you and my days wanting to speak to you. I've wanted you for so long, craved you to no end. And now, it has come to this. To actually think that we're together now, and happy. Truly, ever so happy? Sometimes I ask myself was this fate? Or maybe it was God's way of showing me that love really does exist, and it's not some theme in a fairytale book.

Whatever it is, please stay a while. I've been waiting for your touch for far too long, now.

"Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice,
but falling in love with you was beyond my control."