I saw you again today. For the first time in a month. More beautiful than the last time I saw you. Just as funny,kind, perfect.
But it is never enough. We were not alone and we never really are. Would you like to be? Probably not. I think you know how I feel and it's awkward. Because you don't feel the same. I am not the boy of your dreams. I don't have short blonde hair, muscles or a boyish sense of humour. I sure as hell don't have a penis. You will end up with somebody who loves you almost as much as I do. He will pick you up in his arms and twirl you around. He'll let you ride on his back and kiss you over the table. You'll be with him and leave me behind with nothing but your smile to keep me on this planet.
And I will die with nobody to love me.