Don't read me. I can't lie. I loved you, I love you today. Even if I tie the words in a knot, even if I put them in a cage, they will again be poured into verses on a white half-crumpled sheet. It will treacherously shine a longing---purer than the truth. And I know, every syllable will burn you, every verse will leave you breathless, when you read that you are everything to me. Forgive me. I forgave myself a long time ago, because I am completely incapable to stop loving you. And with another, I still drink from the same pitcher... Don't read me. Don't make a fuss now that you've just got used to it... to think about me in a minute or two. Live with the thought that you are nobody to me. And...it may come true one day.