There are things I want to say, but when I try to articulate them, my words derail like a train.

If only he could see himself from my perspective.

Attention to detail, but extremely selective.

I’ve traced his lip line in my mind a thousand times.

There’s nothing I can do to get him out of my mind.

He’s a lover, not a friend; let’s not play pretend.

Let me reassure him until the very end.

Emotionally malnourished even though he’s the purest.

Thirsty for love, he’s been too busy trying to fill the void with temporary joy.

His eyes could be the darkest night or the brightest star, bringing...