I am trailing behind you, waiting for you to turn and meet my eye, but in my heart, I know you won't. I doubt this is meant to be, nor will it work out. I am writing this now, partly so I can go back and see why I ever loved you. Right now, my love for you is still beating back the darkness and continuing up the climb, but the obstacles, such as myself, are becoming more of a burden than I can bear. I can't stop following you, but I want to, and yet I don't want to all at one time. I hate hormones. All of this writing is spontaneous and whatever pops into my head goes into the letter. That's how I am continuing to write this still. I am thinking of you, but not in a creepy way. your existence is consuming me, making me ache with every passing moment not with you, but I can't have you. You are your own person, with your own decisions. Not mine. MY heart wants you to make my decisions, but deep down I know that can't happen. I see you, yet I can't touch you.
