I don't know why I'm telling you all these things just now.

I also don't know if you'll ever read them.

Maybe you won't even bother.

Maybe I won't even bother.

Maybe we'll stay as strangers until the end.

But I don't want it to be this way.

I don't know if this thing that's eating me from the inside can be called love.

But I know that for me, it is.

Right now, right here, this burning sensation spreading in my chest, I want to call it love.

Right now, right here, I love you.

I've been saying those three words a lot in such a small amout of time, but I can't help it.

Please, please don't think of me as a weird person.

I keep repeating myself.

I'm so sorry.

Trying to organize my thoughts in this very moment is almost impossible.

I need to be calm.

I need to take a breath.

I neet to tell you everything.