You savvy myself well.
The things I love the most,
the things I hate the most,
even when I don't know,
you know.
You deeply care about me.
The things I usually do,
the musics I always listen to,
the way I write,
the way I read,
the way I walk,
the way I glare,
you heed.
You gingerly give ear to my words.
Every monition I say,
every story I tell,
every lament I express,
even when it comes to the details,
you bear them in your mind.
Yes, I did believe you.
I thought you worth to be my second self.
And yes, you were,
until we met the day you left me at my worst.
