They said he was quiet. Cold. Unreachable. But I saw what they didn't - the obsession behind his stare. We weren't supposed to meet. We weren't supposed to touch. Now I can't breathe when he's near... and I suffocate when he's gone. Something about him feels ancient. Familiar in a way that makes my bones ache. I think I've known him before. And I think the last time, I didn't survive.

Is there still a chance for an unrequited love? Possibilities are always low for a normal circumstances. But when homosexuality speaks, it'll become six feet under. Why? Cause it's not only the feelings and emotions that are now involve, When a girl loves a girl LOVE itself has its own diversified PROPORTION.