I want to touch him.
I want to feel him.
Even just a hug.
It is a hunger I have never felt before.
An irresistible desire to be close to him.

I don't know what to do.
I don't know who to talk to.
I just want to feel him.
I want to be close,
closer than I have ever been with anyone.

And I don't know why.
Come to think of it, I know so little about him.
I pretend I know him,
but I don't.
But I want to.
But I need to.

It's weird to think that all people look up and see the same sun.
We billions of human beings are connected in the simplest of ways.
It also reminds me of how small I am.
I may know hundreds of names,
maybe a thousand.
Even with those thousand names, I consider myself personally connected with maybe 100.
Only 100 names.
And yet every morning,
Whenever morning may be for any name on the planet.
We all look at the same star.
To even think about how many names I share this star with...
Remarkable.

Love is a mixture of
compassion and lust.
I care about him,
and I want to **** his ******* brain out.
I want to do so much for him and to him.
Because I am compassionate for him.
Because I lust for him.
Because I love him.

Wake up Monday morning
2. Wake up Tuesday morning
3. Wake up Wednesday morning
4. Wake up Thursday morning
5. Wake up Friday morning
Because my hope for the future is that I continue to have the will to get up.
Else let me sleep eternally.

I'm not dead
because I care what people will think of me,
even after I'm gone.