Love, I don't think you ever see me.
But sometimes, I feel your eyes on me, like perhaps you might feel mine on you. I walk faster, trying desperately to simply disappear before I fail to resist the urge to look back longingly and hesitantly smile. Yet I think maybe I'm deluded, as usual. I see you smile occasionally, a smile that would never be for me.
Now, you are gone, before I really touched you. I tell myself your features would fade from my mind soon enough, and that is the most perfect ending to this hurtful truth that should be erased.
How I want to touch you....to taste you. To look into your eyes when I am inside you. Do you read my words and feel the energy that runs to my pens into your heart. I want to be in you. I want to love you. Am I the only one who feel this ache for oneness .....for love?
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