You're such a mysterious person. You've left me wondering ever since that day. But I just can't bring myself to question you. Fear of the unknown.

I really wanna know you. I wanna know who you are actually. You're so cool and distant on the outside but who knows what you are in the inside?

What I really want to know is... Why? What happened? To know your past, they may say. They may say we must accept someone for who he is today and not who he was yesterday. Yes, I understand. But the past is what makes us today. True?

I've yet to figure out whether you're Mr-Nice-Guy or just... a jerk. I wanna know. I don't care if I may get hurt for that 'cause I really wanna know. I've a slight idea about them but clueless about you. You're not like them, so how will I ever know? And I've never had the opportunity to do so. Even if I did, I didn't have the guts. Fearing the unknown. Fearing of the outcome if I asked. Afraid that I'm invading your privacy.


I want to know you. I want to know what's written in your heart, your mind, your soul. Connection. Even as a friend. Is that too much to ask?

Why do I even bother? I know you won't let me in. Ever.