Long

Sometimes the longing is just… so strong, so very strong.

He says. As if there's ever a time it isn't.

Weirdly, the more certain I am that this thing is going both ways, the worse it gets.

And I know now. I know you're in this, very possibly just as deep as I am.

You're feeling the longing, too. Trying to manage it, too.

And do you know what that means?

It means that the only thing… the only thing keeping us apart, is us.

Well. And societal bounds and morals and ethics and all that nonsense.

I don't know if I have the strength for this. All I even ever think about anymore is you. All I ever want to do anymore is to be with you. Wondering when I'll get to see you again. Talk to you again. Just… be in your presence again.

That's it.

There's nothing else left in me.

I love you. I'm certain that you love me. So why can't we just… be together?

Don't answer that. I already know. God, I know, so very well.

Yeah. The longing.

So strong… so very, very, very strong.

The me? Not so strong, not so very strong at all.

I love you. Love you. Love you. Love. You. Love you.

I love you.