8 February 2013
I was twice your age four years ago.
That was two years before we met.
I was twice as I am in pretending cos I admire you.
That was twice as stupid as we knew.
What was I thinking four years after?
I still disguise cos I know they will not understand.
What was I thinking will not make things better.
I still have to disguise that I admire you my dear.
Though waiting for you will not happen.
Another dozen of years may bring us tears.
Though waiting will just be filled with pain.
Another man may come to make you smile again.