You?

You, the one that belongs to noone, belongs to this universe and God. The one that sees the world through your parents eyes, speaks sharply and crystal clear. The one that makes me so mad with your selfish and stubborn thoughts. The one that stands behind the curtain, watching in silence. Your advices never really go directly to the point, you change them as questions. The one with short answers that annoyed the hell outta me. The one that hurts me by your opinions. But you stands still. The one that makes me questioning myself about these twisted feeling in my gut everytime you says something nice in your opinions. It's been a year since I was confused by this feeling. I'm not in love, as you know I don't believe in it. I respect you, then I care about you. I try to talk but you are too moody, so confusing. I've never had a dream about the same person everynight, but then you came into my life and you change it. Is this love? I don't think so, this is only an over-affection from me to you. I will never be bored waiting for you, because I'm not exactly waiting for you, I just keep my eyes on your back. And if this won't work, I'll thank you and thank God for the good times.