How could I avoid you if the world told us to be together? How could I not look at you in the same way as before when the book told us to be Romeo and Juliet?
Tell me, Neil. Please tell me how.
Because every time I would look up from my seat, you were already looking at me. And every time I would open my locker, there's always a note from you.
Tell me how to stop this madness. Tell me how to stop myself from falling again when every time I try to, you're always there to pull me back to you.