I am afraid. I'm afraid of touching you. I'm afraid of talking to you, seeing you, breathing near you. I'm even afraid of thinking about you. Yet, I live in constant hope.
I have hope that you'll come back and tell me you still love me, yet that will never happen because of the fear I have for you. When I see you in the halls I feel my body go cold. As if, I just saw the soul that used to love me in my past life. He probably is here protecting me from you. Thats proably why you stopped making an effort to speak to me. What if youre him reincarnated?
