I long for you, i always have. These feeligns that i feel can not be reveiled. You would push me away. You act on me with passion, but is it real? I wish you would tell me how you really feel. I'm in love with you, i really am. But damned am i to suffer. I stare at you, dream of you, adn feel safe aournd you. You are always on my mind, every second, everyday, every week. I dream of the realtionship i want to have, but then I realize 'tis only a dream. And I've nothign more than to hope. Hope lets to suffering, and to ultimate destruction.