It hurts sometimes, knowing how close you are. It hurts even more knowing I could never touch you, feel the warmth of your embrace, the bliss emanating from your lips. How could it be that I've finally found you, only to see that you have been sealed behind walls of steel and concrete?
It became apparent to me that too many complications were going to make themselves evident as time would pass, and that they would only push you farther and farther away from me, a slow and painful death.
Where I go from here is still uncertain, but all I feel right now is to lay down in some isolated corner, far far away from here along with memories filled with you. I have to take some time now to figure out what to do with me, since "me" is the problem. All I can do now is to sit, and wait....
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Letters to a Girl
PoetryA short story in the form of a letter. A boy who finds himself falling head over heals for girl he just recently met, decides to write her a letter expressing his feeling for her. In regards to his own past, he is careful not to push the situation...
