I’d rather be walking in circles around you than finally passing you by. Even knowing we’ll never be is far better torture than finally being free. I can’t imagine my life with you fading into the background, I’d rather have you in my life like the sun on the clearest day, always in sight, but never in reach. Because your warmth is the only thing that can touch my soul. Which is why I can never be honest with myself around you. This. This hell right here. I’m fine with it.