I'll admit defeat.
I like you more than I thought I did.
Even though you're not telling me your real name, your real age, or even where you live. Even though you tell me nothing, no matter how much I try to deny it, my feelings for you keep growing.
I'll wait. Even if I have to wait until the seasons change, for the start of a new year, or even longer than that.
Tell me who you are when you're ready.
Let me know who I've fallen in love with when you start loving me
Reunion