Love is really excruciating. My life is all about you, and you even never know. I spent last week waiting to hear from you, then apent Mon to wait to see when you will arrive and tried to find an excuse to see you soon, spend whole Wed to think what should I do in front of you. I lied when you asked me how was the weekend, I didn't go anywhere, cuz if I go away, I can't be back on Mon. I'm just stupid, you only texted me once today, and I'm angry with myself that I couldn't find a good excuse to text you first. I love you, it's all right you can't love back.