Being in love is torment. Torment when you’re the only one. One more thing I need to do… Do you realize I’m in love with you? You walk by me every day, like always, like my painful, painful always. Always blind to what you have until you lose it. It doesn’t make sense, doesn’t feel right somehow… Somehow, after all this time, I’m still in love with you; you don’t know how much I’ve been through. Through all the things you’ve done, things you said, things you meant, I know. Know you from the inside out, your entire mind. Mind if I tell you what I know about you? You respect me, even if you don’t want to show it. It is unnerving to you that I am your female counterpart, exactly the same. Same fears, same lies, same tricks, same masks for the world, same flaws, same strengths, same you. You know your your **** doesn’t work on me; you’re afraid. Afraid like me, to notice... Notice how we pretend to hate each other,  tell the same lie to each other, pull each other’s strings in the same way. Way to go, you keep picking the wrong choice. Choice is yours from here. Here I am. Am I insane? Insane to have told you in the past, insane to love you in the present, insane to dream of you in the future?

You know how perfect we are together, how we fit each other like a hand in a hand, a head to a shoulder, a kiss…