Puding...

Puding..

Caramel Puding..

I remember that day when my eyes met you for the first time.

It was like a jolt of electricity had struck my lifeless core.

It had been so long since I've felt excitement rushing in me.

It had been so ling since I've felt the agony of pain tormenting me.

There are many candies out there.

Very delicious ones.

But when I'm here,

all I see is you.

Puding...

It's hard to think that we would ever be..

because I'm out here, and you're in there,

tucked safely and peacefully behind that glass.

It's hard not being able to touch you.

Not with these filthy hands.

It's hard not being able to claim you as mine.

Not with these torn, worn up clothes.

A beggar from the streets like me, an outcast...

would never have a chance,

to taste the sweetness of your caramel

like everyone else would of their's.

I'm scared that one day, someone else might see you.

I'm scared that one day, someone else might take you away.

Far away from me...

Forever...

I don' want forever.

Forever seems like a long time.

It'll shatter me.

It'll shatter me to pieces..

Until nothing of me remains.

Isn't there anything I could do?

Anything I could do to tell them that I want you.

To tell them that I need you.

To tell you that I'm happy whenever you're around.

To let you know that even just from behind the glass,

I'm grateful to get to see you, smile at you and sense you're alluring aroma.

Because I know as you do too

that this might be our last.

My last.

Their moving you.

You're moving away,

to a better place.

Where I don't get to see you anymore.

Where I don't get to hear of you anymore.

Where I don't get to smile from you're sweetness anymore.

I'll miss that.

A lot.

Please don't hate me.

I just wish you'd know.

That I really do like you...