We almost didn’t caught each other,
Involving ourselves, we didn’t bother.
I say it’s a relief that I still met you,
But is this a thought thought by two?
We get along with each other great,
To my own fear, I escaped my fate.
I got lost in my own fantasy,
I forgot to tell you something you’ll no choice see.
Getting you hurt was the least I want,
I dropped hints that I know you’ll then soon hunt...