Adore. Love. Frustration. Hate. Whenever I caught a glimpse of you, looking in my direction, even though it might not be me, even though in just a second long eye contact. But still, it never failed to make me feel full of myself. And I keep repeating the same cycle, over and over again. And again and again, I ’m there, fighting myself, my feeling by myself without letting no one knows it. I believe to none to convey and share this feeling that have been growing in me like a cancer. Though medicine, chemo and oper...