The first day i've ever met you i didn't realize that you were actually a beautifull person. You just showed me what you wanted... you are most of the times like that, you know. You just show to people what you want them to know about you... And that pisses me off.
I want to know you more than i know... I want to know you more than most of the people know... I want to know you better than you know yourself. This love i feel about you makes me crazy... it turns me into a horrible, obcessed, jealous, hateful person... Maybe i'm exaggerating. But loving you really brought me hurt and that hurt changed me, in ways i think it would need a really especial person to change it again.
This is a story of how i met a guy, who for times was my best friend, loved him and then died for him.
