"There are many things that I... would like to say to you"

Why do we have this pathetic need of falling in love? Why do we act and even believe that’s something we can’t control it?

I don’t even think is called love. It’s just (just?) passion.

So then… we - or maybe that’s the part where it starts being “I” - start feeling clumsy and stupid.

And start projecting everything we wish and dream of in someone we don’t really know.

By the way… do  we - now is really “we”- ever KNOW someone for real?  

I like you.

I have no idea of what you feel about me.

I don’t even know if you feel any shit at all.

I guess I - yes, “I”, it’s all about me now - never will.