You'll never know that...

I'm really confused about the things you've been thinking... What does "out" mean to you? I guess that one of the things that make me love you is that you're always a beautiful incognite. My life is an art gallery and you are the painting with the most vivid colours, getting all my attention. I didn't catch your behaviour some minutes ago. What was that? In my febrile illusion I thought it was jealousy. But how could it be?! You, jealous? You don't love me, do you? Just forget and forgive my daydream, lady. I don't know what I'm talking about. Nevertheless, I feel that... Nah! Forget it!