Why do I expect so much of you? Love will do that. Love creates expectations, and desires, and curiosity. Love needs to be fulfilled.

An unfullfilled love wields a terrible power. A power to create gut wrenching sadness in a person. feeling of suffering and a sensation so enormous, that it is no Ionger just an emotion. It has transformed....mutated...into an extemely tangible pain in ones self. How do I know? You have made me feel that. I have made myself feel that.


Why do I expect so much of you? It's not your fault. You're not able to meet my needs, because your own  are being neglected.

Why do I expect so much of you? You beg me to give you space. I want to give you the world. And I could, of you asked. But space? I can't give you that. For each millimetre of space, I feel a mile of suffering. I cant give you that for which you ask. Space.

Why do I expect so much of you? When You are not equipped to provide for yourself.

Why do I expect so much of you? Is it because I love you.

I often picture you and I, in my minds eye.

What we could have been? Where we could have gone?
What we could have done?

When I picture us, we are together in the perfect union. A flawless partnership.

My strengths are the pillars to support your weaknesses, and yours to mine.

Our love is the indescribable force which motivates me to do better in times of challenge and That support us in times of pain.

Why can't you see? It is a true injustice that you cannot!
I long for an end to this limitation.

I yearn for you to be able peer into my minds eye, even for but a moment. To see what we could be.

I used to wonder
if I'd grow old lonely
because you speak so little.

I would sometimes
desperately yearn for your voice,
simply for the need of its presence in my ears.

But the more people I meet,
the more I grow to love your silence;
the more I grow to love who you were and are now.

We sometimes only lay and smile,
like little happy wizards reading minds,
as we gaze into each other's abstruse souls.

Silence is the reason
I loved you in the beginning,
then worried words got in the way.

I went a little crazy,
and blamed you for my tangled thoughts,
wishing I knew all the answers to everything; as if I could.

Soon I realized,
I was the cause of my own distress,
and you were still sitting there silent, waiting for me.

After some time,
our souls became one;
at least I would like to think so.

So don't speak.
Don't ruin it, and neither will I.
Let's live in this silence, together forever;
just knowing that we're in love.

I'm not sure that I know
what a best friend is anymore.

I used to know when I was little,
because we did everything together,
and we told each other e v e r y t h i n g .

But now we are all so busy,
and I'm not sure if I have no best friends or
if I have tons of them.

Or maybe I just have a lot of "friends"
who I am very close to,
but never hug.

I want you to me my best friend, my love.
It is you and only you who I want
to spend my days with.

Have you noticed that I hug you?
You're the only one that keeps me
from awkwardly pulling away.

Are we best friends?
We don't do everything together,
but we do lots of things together, and we always have fun.

Are we best friends?
Because I think you tell me everything,
but I could never be sure, since we are in love,

and love tends to distort reality a bit.
Are best friends exactly alike?
Because I believe our souls are alike, even if all of our interests aren't.

Maybe I will never know
what a best friend really feels like;
maybe it is just a word for me;

Maybe I am just d i f f e r e n t
or something like that,
because I am a little confused,

but I love you, and I want to spend my days
with you. It is all I have ever wanted...
someone to be intimate with, both physically & spiritually.

Are you my best friend?
If not, I can leave...