sometimes (like now), I find myself wondering what I can do to stop to being shy,
i know, i'm not shy, but her shyness, makes me shy too.
It makes me sad, but despite my adverse feelings,
i love her, but not 'cause she is exactly like me or simply 'cause in my eyes, she is the most perfect person in the world (in every way).
i love her 'cause she can makes me happy and sad at the same time.
but it's a different sadness, that I don't know if I can describe, it's a false sadness, like a "happy sadness". I don't know how she can do it, but it's incredible.
i miss her.
and i try, i try to talk to her, but i can't, now, now i can't.
maybe one day.