I wish you were mine. I know it’s a wish that isn’t mine to make, and trust me that I make it every day, but I sincerely wish you were. The timing is all wrong. The situation is less than ideal. Yet, I think I’m falling for you. I fall for you every day. Even a little more today. I hate thinking about it. I hate it when the tears come, when I can feel their warmth on my cheeks, I hate it even more knowing if I but asked you would wipe them away. I hate the way my lip quivers when I think about what maybe we could have. I hate the way my heart feels heavy, the way my lungs stop working, the way my breath catches. Most of all I hate the way my body longs for yours, the ways my arms want to wrap around you, the way my legs can almost feel the pressure of yours, how my fingertips can almost touch you. If I but said the word, I know you’d be mine. I can’t, though, can I? So I’ll continue to love you from a distance, I’ll still fall a little more each day, I’ll flash that smile you love, I’ll pretend that everything is ok. Know, however, that in my heart I want nothing more than to have you. Just you.