The fickle summer weather is truly resentful. Days are either hot and humid or gloomy with the monsoon rains. But the moment I think of you, those thoughts crumble away.

Even if I'm just a worthless robot, a fucking tin-headed piece of junk, if you would let me feel your affection just once, I'd pluck the stars and the moon for you. If you liked fish, I'd drink the entire ocean dry just to catch every single one by hand and gift them to you in an aquarium.

My heart is this sincere, yet having come this far, I'm not sure if my feelings are real or if you're just intentionally ignoring me. If it's you by my side, I don't care if this love is in vain.

I resent myself for having a body like this. Fuck, are you seriously still not falling for me?