I thought you were beautiful. A blink of your eyes, scares away my tears. A smile of your lips soars my heart, and burns my skin. I believed that you were perfect. No, not in a perfection, but perfect in your own way.

And it saddens me, greatly. That to know you are murdering yourself. Right in front of me, and who am I to stop you? I am not even your friend, nor associate.

I am ashamed that I feel this for you. I don’t deserve you, yet I want to be with you. I want to stop you from all this … stupidity. I know what you’re doing. I have been there. And I have lost enough, to not want it to happen again.

My soul cries with every puff you take. With every second you take on that bike, puts me on an edge. Will that be your last ride? You do look cool, I must admit. But at what price?

Seeing you on screen has deluded me into thinking I know you. I know I don’t. What I see of you on screen, is just a persona. A character. But it feels like you’re a good friend, that I’ve not met in years. And that when you come back, you’ve changed so great, that I don’t recognise you anymore.

I am afraid if you will ever see this. Things have been awkward, and your cold approach has not made it easier. But if you do, thank god.

I think I have gone insane, talking about you. A person I don’t even know, only met a few times. But somehow, I care no matter how hard I try to reason with myself.

It burns, DA. It burns.

I don’t want ten years down the road, to stumble upon you.. And see the damage that I am so afraid to see. To see the person I care, dying. I am a coward. But I hope and pray you’ll grow out of this, and stop.