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It never occurred to me then
until I realized that I was already doing something wrong

What is this feeling that you have bestowed upon me?
I still can't put into words this things I'm feeling for you.

I can't figure this out.
I can't get this thing out of my mind as much as I wanted to.

I can't help it, before I knew it, I realized that I'm beginning to like you more than I should have.
You bring forth to me this indescribable feeling and yet I still cannot help myself from thinking and worrying about you.
Why do you make me suffer this much?

I know I must put an end to this foolishness for its consequences are starting to get more and more unbearable as each day passes by.

I cannot let you know. I must not let you know.

I do not intend to put this burden upon your heart for yours is too pure to bear this foolishness of mine. This perplexing synthesis of loneliness, bliss, and sorrow you have created upon me is mine and only mine to suffer.

I am sorry for everything I have created from this illusion of you and me. I know that this would only cause endless suffering for the both of us.

So now I must stop.