I am a burden. I give you a pressure. I go close to you that I make you feel unbearable. You step away from me. Selfishly, I speak in the name of love. I can feel that you will run away from me in any moment. I’m obsessed to the meaningless enlightenment as if I believe I can catch the wind with my hands. I doubt my mind and you. I consider going all out for you as a rightful deed. However, the unacceptable consequences seem to prove that my everything is wrong. I perceive my inability to feel happiness as I see myself not understanding your every small parts of your heart. Recalling my unfortunate happenings and my reactions to the feeling of love toward her of the past draws that my love is distorted. It’s my fault that you are afraid of my obscurity.