I love you. I feel that I have always loved you. But I cannot and will not reveal myself. For I know you. I know that you do not and cannot love me. At least, Not in the same way. I have shown you the darkness that inhabits my mind. But, to show you the light of my heart, Is to leave myself to be Utterly and Completely unraveled at your very touch. I love you. But, you do not love me. Okay, I shall live.