You're working wonders on me.
Making me so damned happy over a single praise. I'm afraid I can't keep it to myself much longer. But I don't want you to stop, at all.
You're scaring me so bad.

False hope. Again. You, my dearest friend, have no idea.
I must be the greatest fool to even hope that something might actually come out of this.
I want to scream your name out so desperately.