I love your smile. I hate it when it's not for me. I love your voice. I hate it when it's not addressing me. I love your eyes. I hate it when I can't see myself in them. I love your lips. I hate that I can't have their kiss. I love your hands. I hate how they'll never really touch me. I love your body. I hate how I'll never really feel its warmth. I... I love you.