Writing by Anonymous Illustration by Tamara Farrell
You don’t have the right to be in love with anyone except me. You have two options: me and just me.
I’m so in love that it’s out of my control, yet it feels so good. I love how kind you are to everyone, and also to me.
But although you don’t want be loved by me, at least be sensible: Don’t vainly try for more, your hug is made for me.
There is no strength to your promises, But because I’m crazy I’ll trust you again.
I am like a small flower in a great storm: When you get flourish I will go out from here.
I am not with you but alone in the end. Why am I valued to you even less than the windows and doors that accompany you?
You will arrive too late and I will die with just your memory. Without you I will die at the farthest point of the world.