Confession °

 

I Liked You from the First Shot.

I liked you.

I like you.

But I can’t tell you that.

I’m not allowed to.

I have no right.

Even if I wanted to or not, I had to pretend that everything you said was a lie.

You used such beautiful words to tease me.

Such wonderful lies that made me feel visible.

And then... your actions made me feel invisible again.

I wanted to see your eyes—just once more.

Like the first time I did, sitting right next to you.

The only damn thing I wanted was to have your eyes on me again. Just one more time.

But you said no.

No...

Maybe I never had the right to ask for more.

Maybe the value of certain moments lies in the fact that they cannot be repeated.

And yet, I wanted to believe—just for a while—that I was visible in your eyes..