A boy younger than me.

Been playing this cover song over and over.
No, I'm not in love with a boy younger than me. 
No, this post's title is taken from that song. 
Actually my fondness over this song makes me reconsider my true mental age.
(Umph, wait) (You did the test, twice)
(And the result was 41 years old)

Or maybe I am in love with a boy younger than me.
He's on the another side of the world. 
He doesn't even know I'm exist. 

No I am not that crazy. 
I don't love him. 
I just love some parts of him.
Which I hope, 
I will meet those parts in another man. 
A real one.