Love is such a crazy thing.You'll get jealous even if you're are not meant to be...Not all maybe, but i'm sure it's true to me.
I met this guy not so long ago. Everything was fine. He was so funny; he was making me laugh. He was so natural that's why I liked him. It was nothing to me then. I JUST LIKED HIM AS A FRIEND.That's it! But that was before!
Well, I'm not really sure if it is something constant. It is too early to conclude. The sure thing is, he is special to me now. I learned to love the world because he is in it. I learned to love my existence since he is already part of it. I learned to be quite when i'm with my people. Thinking of him, made me realize something. Having him into my mind, made me feel happy and contented.
However, change is constant as it is, that made me suffer. I learned to hate OUR world. He liked somebody else. The greater it's transparency, the greater the agony it affected me. I realized that the more i showed interest on him, the more he ignored me.
I hate losing... Losing my chances of knowing him. Losing my chances of seeing him smile at me again. Losing my chances of showing him the real me. I hate to think that he will not look at me again.., like the way he used to.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem