I'm being tested by the pains of romantic urges. Of course, what sort of notable romance would it be if not unrequited? It's more than just mere sexual attraction, or else it wouldn't have lasted this long or bothered me this much. Knowing it could never be, I'm too much of a coward to just blurt it out and confused enough to want to confront it.
I'd settle for anything at this point...A hug, a handshake, a whisper in my ear, even just a smile.
Foolish me.
About Me
- L.A. Rimbaud
- I hate people...And humanity in general. I dislike most things, am eccentric, erratic, and ill, but am overall quite polite. I don't communicate well in person. I only use pens with black ink, any other colour ink doesn't look right to me on paper and it goes with any colour or sort of paper.
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