A love like a window

Loving you is like pressing my face up to a clear window. And everytime I breath it gets harder and harder to see, and all I can see are the softened colours; not the actual object but the colours that shine through into my eyes, telling me that you're still there. The hope that you haven't left me behind. But the window is a prison, trapping me so close but so far away from you. It's like you're telling me that I can love you but you cannot love me, but why? Why should I love you, if I feel nothing but pain. But even I don't know the answer to that one. So my only choises are;

Do I stop breathing or do I turn away? That is what my heart is asking me, that is what my love is doing.