I love you, but I will never tell you. This is the best thing I could ever do for you.
No man could ever fit into my life. When you ask about being more than friends, I tell you I would never want to compromise our friendship. I lie.
At nights I dream you sleep beside me, you caress me and we both confess the feelings we've felt about each other for years. I know it must stay a dream.
Love was never meant for people like us. I can accept that, why won't you?
Sometimes it makes me so mad that I just want to stop talking to you forever. But I can't cut you out of my life completely.
Remember that time we got drunk at a party and you kissed me? I punched you for it, but I wanted to punch myself. It was everything I've wanted from you. The next day I got in a car accident. I was lucky to live. I remembered again why we can never exchange sentiments.
I share all my secrets with you, except for this. I wish it were someone else so I could whisper the truth to you like a giddy schoolgirl and have you urge me to confess to my love while I insisted upon keeping quiet. As it stands, I can't tell a soul.
You're my little secret and I'll die with a tear in my eye knowing it could never be.


Comments: 30
Berautifully written. A prose poem.
if it is is I encourage you to tell it, say it, enjoy it!!!!!
life is short and we all deserve love
oh Jazzy J, say it ain't so!!!
I will say that at least a little is false and at least a little is true, but that could be said regarding just about any decent story.
Thanks Chris
There's hope for us all.
Thanks Lisa
I've been thinking about this problem of yours for a long time. Too long, in fact, and if you don't mind me putting on my Dr. Phil hat for a moment, the solution is clear.
Cannibalism.
There - I said it. And I mean in the most literal way possible. You need to consume him completely, drink his blood from his still beating heart until it fades into darkness. Remember to collect the soul - that is key. Human sacrifice is waste if we all don't chip in and recycle.
Hope this helped.
If you need any recipes or soul-storage techniques, just drop a line.
Very, very well done. The power of self-imposed deprivation is something to be reckoned with.