The man I pretended to be in love with was a top lurker.
He thought I didn't know anything.
Until he pointed his gun at me and completed his final mission.
I smiled and said to him: "Idiot, I've been waiting for you to kill me for three years."
The sound of gunshots rang through the sky, drowning out my long-overdue confession.
Intention: Between faith and love, I choose faith; between killing you and saving you, I choose to kill you; and between remembering you and forgetting you, I have no choice but to carry your faith and my love with me to be you alone for the rest of my long life.