Feelings

Secretly suppressed the sensitivity deep within me.

Do you know that I felt that our relationship is ambiguous?

How’s that, I don’t know. The appearance seems like we’re together.

But I don’t think it is more than that of ordinary people.

You told me how you admire somebody else.

Like as if you don’t know my feelings all along. That’s painful.

Sometimes I’ll also suspect.

I need to be sure. Actually, what is our relationship?

I am the last person to know what is going on about you.

Every time I phoned you, I held my breath for a long time.

The eyes’ expression when we met, it’s like you and I are just friends. And then whether I’m your lover or not? In reality are we in love?

Whichever days when we don’t meet, would it be like you’re missing something?

That I still suspects that whether I’m your lover or not? In reality are we in love?

When someone asks, how should I answer them? I’m confused about who am I, stone, tree, or lover?