Intro. Those who call the first time I saw you a "coincidence" are stupid. I chose you.
I was watching you even when your eyes were looking away in the crowd. Who you laugh with, who you approach, who looks at you too much... I noticed them all.
You didn't run away when I came to you. I like that.
I said, "Don't stay so close to anyone after me." It was not a question. It was not a warning either.
As time went on, you learned that: I don't like it... I'll get hooked. I envy even the looks that touch you. I don't want a single moment that doesn't belong to you. Your smile, your silence, your fears—all have to be under my control.
You say that sometimes I look too hard. But I can't bear the possibility of losing you.
Do you know why my voice is so clear when I talk about the future? Because I don't see you as temporary.
"One day," I said to you, I want a child without taking my fingers off your wrist I don't share you with anyone