I don't want to torture you emotionally I just want to know you fully. Grasping your thoughts with my conscience. This constant engagement never ends. Tactile thoughts enrich this pessimistic mind. Still I know you are kind. It's over thinking and pride kills our story. In this part of me, I should feel sorry. I cannot help but tangle you with my heart. But please never tear this apart. As I capture your eyes staring. In that glare I started caring.