I wouldn’t say i don’t know why, but i surely don’t know when i fell in love with her, was it love or just the concern and affection i had for her, bits by bits. Ins’t that stupid? But every second made me believe that I knew her. Like she was my closest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. And all i ever wanted was for this unnamed, unsaid thing to work. I wanted her to see me. And when the time came she stopped noticing. Like i never existed. We planned every bit of her life but i was not in her plan. Everyday our paths collide. In her eyes I see her telling me something; I don’t know. Or probably she doesn’t even know i am there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.