I am in love.
I cannot have.
In the end,
that is all.
I wish that were not all. I wish homework and writing and
social interaction were in there too.
He never gave me any memories before he walked away. And I can’t live on one kiss forever, so I’m withering.
I am in love.
I cannot have.
And he is
beautiful.
(I keep trying to forget that last one, dammitall...)
I saw him today for the first time in weeks. He gave me a postcard for
his gallery opening, with my favorite painting in the world on the front.
A painting of his, of course.
I am in love.
I cannot have.
That is all.