I was sitting on a slope by the river, smelling the red rose you'd plucked it up for me.

I blamed you as it's not right and possible to do this to nature.

You replied me with,

"Are we even possible?"

You fractured my principles because why did I want to keep a flower with its nature despite, i don't want to leave you with her?

I skipped your question because you are here to listen to me.

Although i am aware of my words would disappear in the air a few minutes later, i told you every detail was blowing out inside my brain

I described how much i am sick of being lonely as how much your presence makes me feel homely.

I expressed how my dad forces me to do stuff I don't want to do and which isn't enough in words how it heavenly feels when your hand cuddles mine in a winter day.

There's nothing has been ever successful except your hands to make me cozy.

You made everything ineffective to you

Even the purple wool sweater I wear had been defeated by you. I confessed how much I need you and I asked you to stay

But then I realized helplessly that I am talking to myself and you don't even know about my existence.