Never have I imagined that I'll immediately fall for him, when I can't even remember the last time that I've felt happiness. It was surreal... and the euphoric sensation, this semantic elation, it was all addictive.

And as time goes by, I craved more of his touch. I desire for his love. His whole existence were compelling. It makes my mind crazy, but I want it.

I got obsessed. It was abnormal. And that forced me to look only at the side that I see in him, the side that I yearn and thirst for.

Without knowing what was behind his shadows... and the fact that he's just like me.

We're like a decaffeinated coffee, crushed by our lust, and our combination were bitter without any sugar.

- II -