u/Difficult_Case_8697

Doesn’t make any sense, since there’s no way forward. I find myself saying things I think will make her happy, kind of pathetically, but what I really feel. Still desperate for any morsel. She’s got her path and I have mine.

I have to pretend I don’t want to take her in my arms. Every little thing, from the acne on her jawline to the awkward things she does, and the pause with a deep look in my eyes, make me desperate to tell her how I feel. Nothing could ever work, but I just can’t let go.