Dear,

I know that it's too late,

too late, 

to realize, 

to change this fuckin' situation

I remember, 

the first time we met,

in the small dimension,

I caught your gaze, successfully

But, damn

I never realized 

that you were gazing at me, 

not only for once, 

but through and through

You gazed me firstly, 

now I'm gazing you, 

I know that you realize, 

and I know that you're pretending

Damn, 

karma is around me now, 

I do not know why, 

why could I drowning so fuckin' deep,

in your fascination

Pardon me, 

I'm too prestige, 

to confess this feeling, 

and I'm too expert,

to be a good pretender 

to be a good liar

to hide expressions

and to be your (not really) secret admirer.

Dear, 

a boy who always caught my eye.