How could I ever confess to you?

Not only my love, If not more than that.

How could I confess to you that I’m sorry.

I confess that I miss you.

I confess that I love you.

But we play a role of hating each other.

And I confess that it destroys me.

How could I confess, while you’ve been doing it all the time?

Your silent screams of love, I couldn’t hear, I couldn’t see, but now I want to.