Me:I think I must learn to grow up and be mature now
Her:How?
Me:By letting go of my feelings for you...
Her:........
Her:Friends?!
Me:Friends!
But deep inside my heart what I want to express is I want to grow up old with you now...

Those windy cold nights, and pointblank eyes of mine, I always feel that somehow, somewhere out of the blue I knew that you are also thinking of me...

Isn't it sick and tiring doing from deflecting temptation, being tied down, being teased to get jealous, to sacrificing everything?! Yet I am a human who can fall anytime soon; Now tell me... Do I deserve cold and irrational treatment?!