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I'm sorry I've fallen for you. Your heart remains with another person, that I know, but I cannot help but wonder of the possibilities for us. I wait once again, silently without a complain because word of my feelings for you cannot go out. This may be an infatuation, nothing more. Do I really like you? Will I give up enough to be with you? I can't answer it but if you will it, I may try to execute your wishes. This may very well be an obsessive infatuation out of my sheer desperateness. At my current state, I know very well, there will be no fool who'll turn around just to love me. At very least, please allow me to confirm if I really, really like you or not.