Am I a bad person?
I cannot stop thinking about you.
But I also want to enjoy (safely) my time here.
One bottle of beer, and you just came to my mind: your smile, your laugh, your smell.
I finally know what to do with my life after three months of confusion.
Am I to be lonely guy?
Do I love you?
Do you love me?
Are we meant to be together?
Am I too slow pursuing my dreams?
Would you accept me once you know how am I truly are?
Questions.
