What I surpress. The drive you feel running through your veins. The stupid cliché smile you cannot rub off your face when you wake up. The constant desire that your eyes will meet. Sharing visions and dreams and ambitions and fantasies. Feeling something comes across without the need for you to justify yourself. Being for the sake being. Looking in the same direction. Reaching the peek of desire for another person, for another person as a whole. Body, mind and soul. Having the certainty and the doubt, all mixed together in one feeling alone. Loving so much that you fear to lose even though the fear kind of gives you something to wish for, to cherish. What about that?
Will I ever?
Will I always associate love with failure, with rejection, with giving in? Will that be, in 20 years time, the only memory I have of it? Will I be too dried up inside to even cry?