Love...
How could I let it control me like this?
It's changed me in many jagged ways.
I don't even know who I am anymore.
These feelings... they're horribly painful but intriguingly amazing. I wish I could tell her everything.
I want her to know how I feel but to do that would make me, a fool, or wouldn't it?
Does it seem to matter if I were to tell her the truth that lies within my slowly warming ice-coated heart?
I don't trust anyone yet as soon as I met her I found an astounding amount of trust put towards her.
It's not a sexual type of desire for that is not something that matters to me.
I've fallen for her and her heart.
Her mind so very fills me with interest, intrigue.
Whenever I'm around her I feel like I'm an ocean, tranquil and calm, yet like the shorelines have been set on fire leaving me stranded on an empty island in panic.
Whenever I see her, I think of the darkness of the night when the moonlight is the only thing shining while it's silent.
God, does it make me feel completely and utterly in love with them.
She's not someone I could just love one second then forget about it the next.
She's too important to do that to her.
I could never.
I love her.
