What was once a minor thought developed into more than I imagined.
Now her voice is my addiction, but I am still filled with sadness.
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It just seems like she is exactly what I need,
but there’s this caution sign up telling me I can’t proceed. - The circumstances are unfortunate and I really wish I could. Cause there has never been a female to make me feel a fraction of this good. - Her mental is unmatched, and her appearance is quite grand, but it feels it’s etched in steel that I can never be her man. - I comprehend very well so her reason I understand, but this has me feeling stupid because I have never held her hand. - Never gave her a hug, never shared a tender kiss. Never knew her in this way so for now I only wish. - Wish that we could just go, but I don’t think she feels the same. And the fact that I do makes me start to feel ashamed. - I approach conversations delicately because our bond I’d hate to break, so my statements are planned and improvising is met with haste. - She makes me want to be the best man I can: Never cheating, always there for her, and understanding in the plans. - My infatuation is unreal and these feelings I’ve never felt. I don’t know how to approach it and she’s the only one that can help. - An image of her is a constant occurrence on my mind, and it couldn’t be washed away with the finest cleaning supplies. - Although an ultimate end would leave me feeling awfully bad, how can you lose something that in the way you wanted you never had? -
-Dame