If you say, I love you, will I consider our future that may be happy or boring?
Instead of like now, you are in my arms, looking into my eyes, staring at me so hard that my heart aches.
I can't see myself clearly, but I just want to see you clearly. I don't even dare to blink your every move for fear of missing you.
You can call me a pervert, you can call me a beast, but can you say I don't love you?