If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I

if i tell u the truth;
would u believe me?
im afraid;
to meet;
not this way;
im fear that;
we will be doing what we expect to do;
to each other;
i will kiss u;
touch u;
hug u;
and want to be with u;
then the liking feeling will get deeper;
inside of us;
of each other;
after which when it's time to say goodbye;
i will hate myself;
and how much it hurts;
i should really stop this;
coz i realise how much im falling for u now.