Love Crime.

Damn we were like Bonnie and Clyde. Trespassing everything, being rebels, fucking with adrenaline, and so much more. In a blink of an eye, it became a blur. I can't say that I love you, but I knew you loved me. Through all the suffering, a changeling became an obsession. Confusion with lust and infatuation, I said the most dangerous three words, "I love you." Often times, you pop in my head. Like now. -- but other times, you are forgotten. Love? I think not. Love lingers, love conquers. Yet, it did not conquer my mind.