It scares me to know how much you check on me when I thought I had all the freedom in the world. It's too much of a coincidence for it to be true... It's not like it's the first few sms, it's way back...

It scares me, scares me so much that you are posessive in your own way... You sort of give me freedom, but controls in from behind... It's so scary that my I'm having goosebumps while writing this.

Your face shows no weird emotion even when you are investigating me... You can still smile at me when I ask you what's wrong... I can't tell at all... And this is freakingly scary... Like I've kept a time-bomb close beside me...

And yes, this is driving me mad... It's not anyone, but you... The one I held so dear...