He loves her.
But he can't talk.
He adores her.
From afar.
He sighs.
When he sees her smile.
He sighs,
When she just passed by.
Love is such a curious thing.
Mysterious, but clear.
Confusing, but refreshing.
Conflicted, that is.
He watches her.
He keeps on loving her.
The phantom of the dark.
Much like his feelings for her.
A/N: Aww, I don't think it made any sense, but well, if ever the "phantom" had read this one, it's for him. Ganbatte!!! I was reading his story and before I realized it, I was writing this one and posting it.
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