Let me tell you our story.
I saw you, and something started to grow.
The connection to you I felt was so strong,
and I hadn't even heard your voice.

Even though I wouldn't admit it
I fell in love with you that day,
yes, I fell in love with you that day.

I kept watching you, not getting much back.
Sometimes I met your eyes, sometimes your smile.
And your eyes were so intense,
they made me fall for you again and again.

I found out as much as I could about you,
thank God for the Internet.
You seemed to be as fantastic as I had imagined,
but how could I be sure?

I knew I had to make a move,
so I started talking to you.
I talked to you. I talked to you twice,
but even after that I never saw you look my way.

You don't even know how I feel,
but still I'm trying to forget you.
I don't want to be a stalker,
or someone who you'd never want.

But you'll have to blame yourself,
if you like me but don't dare to talk.
It's your own fault.
You see, I'm shy too, but I forgot it for you.