It's all about you.

I'm so regret now, to fall in love with you. It's love not like. A girl wouldn't cry for you if she likes you but she'll you if she loves you, it's true. When I saw her sitting beside you, I can't imagine how pretty was it, the pretty scene was torturing me. When I read her blog, with your name in the post, my heart just broke into pieces. It's a wonderful feeling, to you, deep inside my soul, it's sweet. I'm so regret because I can't even forget the sorrowful but sweet feeling but I still love you although I know you don't even like me. Self-deception, right? I'm a stupid ):