I love you. I look into your eyes, obsidian meeting storm cloud grey. I wish I could read you like I read everyone else. I wish your feelings were worn on your chest like an armor that will never crack. Instead you keep them hidden in your chest where it eats you alive and burns your soul. I want to tell you how I feel. How my soul aches towards yours a tho you are the last missing piece of my soul. But your not, you are for her so far from being mine yet so close. There are so many questions swimming through my head begging to be heard as I smile and press them to the deepest parts of my mind. I chose this, and this is far from a relationship.
