Those were the words I've ever wanted to say to her. Looking into her eyes, feel her touch in my hand holding hers, immersing my whole heart to her. But they never resounded to me in reality. All I could hear was the sound of someone from the tv. A movie. We used to love.

You were like a sculpture I used to be affectionate towards. I kept wondering how you were crafted so finely. Meanwhile, I tried to mirror it, creating a replica out of wax. But the result took on its own form. My own thoughts were like a fire that 'melted' the replica, making it worse. This made me hate you because my thoughts were never strong enough to reach or match you.
I.
Don't.
Deserve.
You.