This is how a date goes.
This is how a date ends.
Wired in those unsettling emotions that I am feeling.
Almost certain that you may not want to see me again.
To me, you were perfect.
To me, you were THE guy.
To me, you were all I wish to know more about.
Maybe I jump to conclusions too early
But I rather do so than to face the hope that is hidden through the deep layers of my heart.
Maybe it is best.
I am sorry that I did not meet your unknown requirements.
I am sorry for being myself,
For sometimes, myself consits of everything that I don’t want to be.