To the girl I can't stop thinking about:

A question:

I make no sense. I can't seem to remember what I once knew, what once made me so happy that I ran through the hills because it was the only way to release the ecstasy that boiled over in me.... Now I ask again: what do you want? I'll be there in
whatever capacity you wish... if you wish never to see me again, I will disappear; if you want a friend, I will fill that role; if you want something more, I'll make sure you have no regrets. Help me make sense.


Anonymous