It's pretty awkward you know...
back before, at that time, at that moment...
You always told me,
how much you loved me,
how much you longed for me,
how much you desired me,
how much you admired me...
I couldn't never get to understand...
not because of a lack of sense,
not because of that uneasy feeling,
neither because I couldn't believe it.
I just didn't wanted to be loved...
Eventhough, I loved you too
But I couldn't see it at that time.
Now it's late, I regret nothing.
