I feel so lonely. It doesn’t make any sense. But this pressure is killing me. Suffocating me with its touch on my chest. And it keeps crushing and crushing until I feel nothing. And I don’t know what to do. Besides feeling like this. A tiny point far away from you. I cannot reach you. And so I give up. And just stay here. Watching life passing by. Fewer looks. Fewer smiles. And all I wanted was to be next to you. Look at you. And feel that ultimate sensation that I get every time you acknowledge me with a simple curve in your lips. And I love it. I need it. To be true. Now.