I once loved a guy, who was like a labyrinth and was dramatically good-looking, when he was shy.

When I first saw him it was almost end of July,
And when my gaze met his, I couldn't look away, having no idea why.

Then the unrequited love of mine began and when I acted I didn't care, it was a lie.

My friends would convince me to give confessing a try,
I had now idea about my racing heart and the butterflies in my stomach that fly.

I've never said a word to him, fearing the reply,

I had almost forgotten him after all this time,
But then I saw him down the street on the 13th, passing by.

And I wrote this to clear my mind,
'Cause I don't want his memories and presence to spread in my life like the sky.