If i had happiness, i am willing to give them all to you. If i were dead, i would become a shooting star for you to make a wish. I would do anything to make you happy. Avoiding  you was the right choice. Although we might bump into each other sometime, I would avoid your eyes. I am here alone in this room, thinking about your love. Everything is impossible. Your love, your heart, your humor, your everything, they just don't belong to me. Here i am again, trying to recover from the scars you left on me. I somehow thought, i deserve it. Pain was something i had to endure. I forced myself, i slash myself, did everything i could. Is this what i really want? Is this what i realy deserve? How i wish all these were a dream. I love you but i know i can't.