In love

For sure, I've loved.

But to what extent?

I've loved, loved to death,

I've adored, loved in secret,

But I've hated being loved in return.

Loving is promising, hoping, praying for this feeling to last.

Loving is being overwhelmed, worried, afraid that everything will collapse in one fell swoop.

For sure, I've loved.

Two great loves, two loveless loves.

Oops, I'm rambling.

Two one-sided, rather obsessive loves.

Loving is promising, hoping, praying for this feeling to last.

Loving is being overwhelmed, worried, afraid that everything will collapse in one fell swoop.

Then I've also loved in small doses.

My childhood friend, my best friend, my classmate, the new guy.

I simply appreciated them.

Loving is promising, hoping, praying for this feeling to last.

Loving is being overwhelmed, worried, afraid that everything will collapse in one fell swoop.

For sure, I love.

My great love.

You who don't know me, you whom I admire and idolize.

I'd love to... damn it.

Loving is promising, hoping, praying for this feeling to last.

Loving is being overwhelmed, worried, afraid that everything will collapse in one fell swoop.

On the other hand, there are those who love me.

But whom I can never love.

There are those who adore me.

But whom I can't stand.

And finally, I'm just.

A teenager, I don't have the concept, but these are my emotions.

I've loved, but now I don't know how to differentiate love from friendship, empathy, obsession, and admiration.

In my eyes, stars shone every time I loved.

Every time I dreamed, I felt alive.

Trembling with shyness isn't like me.

But when I truly loved you, I felt it.

Living on the edge of love makes me vibrate,

But in the end...