I am not sure what you are to me.

You confuse me. You have me in awe. You scare me. You dazzle me. You are one of the best people I have ever met. You are hurt and that hurts me. I want nothing more than for you to be truly happy and I wish I could be the one to make you so.

I am not sure of my feelings for you. You stir up something within me that I have not felt before. I cannot stop thinking about you, regardless of how much I try. When you ignore me, disregard me, forget about me, it pains me, but it does not deter me.

When I say I wish you were here, I actually mean it. There are not many people in this world I actually care about, but you are one of them. A simple smile upon you beautiful face is priceless. Around you I feel at ease, comfortable.

The hormones raging within me say I want nothing more than to fuck your brains out, but around you those feelings dissipate. I am satisfied simply lying by your side, drinking in your presence. Time and Space forbid us from being together.

I do not know how you feel. If you were to reciprocate my feelings I would be the happiest person alive. Sadly I cannot know how you feel. All I have is photographs and memories, pleasant thoughts of you.

I love you.