I love you and I will always love you. I cannot have you so I will stand stagnant, in an almost catatonic state. No words. No declarations of my never-ending love for you, or how I would give my life for yours...yeah... none of that. I love you and I will always love you.
You are easy to love my dear, you have always been easy to love. But for some peculiar reason, you are resistant to love. Almost like the atoms that compose you were to have an instantiation rejection of love. You hiss and coil up like a snake. You are shielding yourself from the warmth. You search for love in the wrong places, in empty shells of human forms.
When I hear of the wrongs done to you, a deep ache seizes my heart. A chill, colder than winter's breath, sweeps through me, settling into my very bones. My eyes, windows to the turmoil within, sting with unshed tears. I feel them pooling at the corners, each one a testament to my sorrow. The salt stings, a cruel reminder of my helplessness, as I struggle to hold back the flood threatening to spill over. My heart breaks for you, my soul shivers in empathy, and I am left yearning to shield you from all harm.