You were near me again, in the next city, but I didn't know it, when I heard how close you were to me, silent tears streamed down my face, wish I had known, yet fear would have stopped me, from seeing you. Finally finished reading Dr. Phil, supposed to be in a "new" good place, but, one message letting me know, how close I was to you, sends me falling apart. I ache for your love, no, make it for your recognition, something, somehow, somewhere, please acknowledge my presence on this earth. Wrote to you last night, revealed way to much of myself, just don't understand why you can't see through my words straight into my heart. Friends would be so nice, lovers even better, but I can live with friendship, all the rest of my days. To open my email and see your name, reading your inspiring, often funny messages, would make it all right in my world. Scanning the web for news, trembling when I spy your name, searching to find out where your are, or have been, praying it's far away, too terrified of being close to you, to look into your eyes, see the rejection that is probably there, this alone would kill my soul. I live on the edge, between fantasy of life with you, and reality of my senseless day to day existence. Something must be done, cannot continue in this vein, soon, I will fall off the edge, into insanity or death.Birth sign: Taurus
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