Love Itself Is the Crime!

I long so deeply to put you in my place, to replace you with me. How I wish I could make you understand!

If you were in my place, you would know exactly what this anguish of love feels like!
Then you would truly understand how shameless these eyes become in their hunger to see you!
You would understand how much patience it takes to count the hours waiting for your call!
You would understand exactly where it hurts when you brush me aside!
You would understand how my entire being trembles, yearning for just a touch from you!
You would understand what it feels like to sense you in every drowsy moment!
You would understand how empty I feel when dreams bring you so close, only to shatter and leave me with nothing!
You would understand then what strength it takes to call you every day, knowing you won't answer, knowing you'll hang up!
You would understand how tormenting it is to accept that even though you live in my city, I will never see you—that while hundreds of people encounter you, somehow fate ensures I never will, not even by accident. How heartbreaking it is to keep searching for reasons why!

When you make those false promises to meet, you would understand how it feels when the person you love keeps running away with tricks and excuses!
When even after all the anger and hurt, your beloved makes no effort—not even the slightest—to heal the wounds, you would understand how insignificant that makes you feel!

When you realize that in your beloved's heart there isn't even the tiniest space for you, yet you continue loving them anyway—if you could understand once what kind of love that proves to be!

If you could understand the agony of being unable to reach you despite overcoming family obstacles and social barriers, then you would truly feel what an enormous burden it is to endure this way!

Tell me, what crime have I committed? I only loved you!