There you are again, back to the center this place. I did not look into the mirror, because I know I would be disappointed by myself. I am still a loner, who can only live life on my own. I can never get together with you because I know we have the same souls. "Two of the same soul would drive each other insane." Joy, one of my friends said that. However, I still have the hope, like all human beings do. I would still over come the shyness and whatever that holds me back, and start contacting you again until you terminate my call. The day you walked out of my door, saying, "We are not friends any more. Go join the I-HATE-TYLER-GROUP." You sounded like an angry child who was ignored by his mother due to that his mother did not purchase a toy for him. I can only love you as if I were older than you, although I am actually ironically a lot younger than your physical age. My love is ill and playful. You wanted me to stop playing the love game with you. I remember the day I saw your birth year I went, "Woah, you are such an old man." And, I remember the day I pat on your stomach and teased you saying you were probably pregnant. You may understand me of my intention was to see you blush. This is easy to understand because you were in love before. I were as well. The day you walked into the computer room where I was listening to music, you appeared in front of me as if you were Angel Cupid. You did not speak a word, but I was so enchanted by you. Then the day we talked to each other for a long time with so much in common, I knew I was in love with you.