Loving you was like being trapped in your box. Your box had walls. It had doors. Sometimes I would think of escaping. But I didn't let myself. I wandered around. I saw the exits. I had the keys. Why didn't I leave? My body didn't cooperate with my mind. I wanted to move. I wanted to get out. But I was chained by my own thoughts, by my love for you. Then you came by your box. I saw you. That was the first time you visited. But you made sure I didn't see you. You thought I wouldn't notice you? You thought I wouldn't see you making that peep hole? You thought I wouldn't hear you leave? Well guess what, I did. I got really mad. You made that stupid peep hole just to make sure I'm still in your box. But why would you keep me there if you would leave as you wish? Why would you come back and leave me again? It's partly my fault. I could leave any time. I just didn't. Maybe I was waiting for something or someone to break that wall. But one thing's for sure. I know I've waited long enough.