I woke in the middle of the night, a slight smile crept across my face, supplementing happiness to my growing depression. It was you. You were in my dreams. I reached out to touch your velvet skin only to be awoken in a room of pure darkness. Lying there in the still silence, a tear rolls down my warm, pallid cheeks. Its you again. I'm thinking about you. Why do you make me cry? Maybe its because i don't feel good enough for you. Maybe its because i miss you, but i know it must be something more than that. I'm barely your age, yet your a man. Not some silly schoolboy, but a grown man. How is it that a young girl like me could ever have such strong feelings for a man like you? A tear turns into a puddle. A puddle of tears where my neck meets my collar bone. They sink into my pores, slightly burning my skin. Memories flash across my mind like a playbook, quickly turning each page as if the paper were made of a million tiny dancing flames. You. You never seem to leave me alone. My face is hot and my body is trembling. Please leave my thoughts. My stomachs starting to hurt. Im finding it hard to catch my breath. Please, leave. You hurt me too much. You cause me too much pain, but I'm in love. My smile slowly sinks to a frown. I'm in love with you. My happiness darkens into a world of madness. My eyes peer into the dark. I mumble with a tired voice, "I love you, but you must leave."