I've been hurt. I lost myself in the process. For months I had to fake my happiness when around other people. There was only one person I could trust enough to express how I felt. Over time I started feeling more than friendship towards him. I started obsessing over him to where there was hardly a moment I wasn't thinking about him. Soon he got tired of it and began distancing himself from me. I then realised that it was a bad thing for me to be so obsessed. It was ruining my friendship with him. I had to keep telling myself that it would be better if I chilled out. I soon had gained control of myself and didn't constantly think about him. I wasn't sure what it was I felt at first, but over time I slowly realised that it may be love. And even now I still feel just as strongly about him as I did then. I don't think, that whatever happens from now on, that I would ever be able to forget him. To me he will always be more than just my best friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem