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.