He is so beautiful. I've been watching him on every opportunity that i had. Always from far away. And every time i've seen him with another woman, all i ever want was to be the one he was touching. To run my fingers through his hair... A will to caress his jaw, and let him kiss me until my lips are swollen. I would die to feel his strong hands on my skin, and continue with his scent for hours after he had gone. But that would be wrong. How can something wrong make me feel so right? ... I will always love him, even here, from afar.

- A