one thing happen when you leave, everyone who i used to love turn to me asking for my love. begging for my love. from my ex's, fan and the person i liked before.
if i haven't meet you, of course i would pick the best among them. or i could take all of them. because they offering me their love.
BUT,
i want you.
your love.
your heart.
your smile.
your touch.
YOU.
