My heart races in the thought of you. This is not love. "You're nothing!" I repeat in my mind. But you're not a machine that I can control. When I look at you, I stand face to face with life itself. A breathing replica of all its past in one. Unpredictable. Your thoughts hidden from view. To talk to you is a leap of faith, a risk that weighs heavy on my mind. It's so much easier to look at you from afar.