Looking at my friends; I could imagine them growing old, getting married and having kids. But somehow I couldn't picture you being that way. You're like my favorite fictional character; never growing old. Even if you do, I couldn't stand the thought of seeing you marry someone else, be someone's husband and dad. It hurts a lot to think that you're not mine. You're all I ever wanted, now could you please look in my direction and get into your head that I'm the one you need? That I'm the one who will love you with every cell and molecule of my being?

-m.b