could it be? this nagging, anxious feeling I have....could it really be love? cursed with it as I
am, should I deal with it? the mixed emotions, the endless thought of someone who understands
completely, the tireless agony of being away from that someone. if it is true, then love is pain.
he holds my heart in his hands and I don't know how to deal with it. his muscular body pressed
against mine, embracing as if the world could end. What is it? Infatuation? Love? Lust? the never
ending memory of his lips against mine will be forever burned into my mind. what is there to love
of me? my heart is nothing more than fragments of what it once was. duct tape and rubber bands are
the only things holding it together. maybe a few safety pins. my blood is on fire, even if we're
far apart, at the mere thought of the color of his eyes, the shape of his nose, the lines of his
mouth. it kills me inside to think...what if I can't love? after all the male figures in my life?
Is it possible for me to love anyone? My life is a jagged line of uncertainty. how can I know for
sure?.....could it be?