When I have to hold myself from texting you...but in fact I read all your messages and keep them in mind
When I have to pretend that I don't care about you...but in fact I read all the things you wrote everywhere
When I had to force myself to be cold when I was reading those flattering messages...but in fact I couldn't stop smiling and blushing
And it hurts like hell when I can't do anything just because I don't want you to get carried away, over and over again
Damn... it's so hard being mature, isn't it?
