I run. When I am too tired to run, I hide. No matter where I go, in any area of my life, my path ALWAYS ends up in the same spot. A place of intense, burning passion. A place called desire. I just want to be with you. I can’t escape it. And I am too scared to tell you. You know me. You think you understand me but I am terrified you might see the truth if I look you in the eye. You are everything I want and more, yet I offer you nothing. You could not possibly desire anything in me. How did I end up here? Why am I so powerless over this? I tremble to lay this burden here. Love is so light, yet the unrequitedness weighs more than I can shoulder. I sit frozen. Waiting… I don’t understand any of this.
