Impossible Love- A short peice by Sixth Child

Note- only people who know me really well will know who this is about.

Here I am, sitting alone again. It's always this way, isn't it? With my hand in my head, I'm daydreaming. I'm thinking of him again. Why do I even think these things? I don't even like "them", yet I can't stop myself from tracing his name on my desk. He's so beautiful, I think, humming one of his songs again. His music is always in my head, it never goes away. His beautiful and perfect voice echoing through the very edges of my being.

I scold myself again for thinking of him. Why can't I rid myself of this eternal longing? I feel like crying again, how foolish. I though myself incapable of loving, but then what is this tugging at my heart everytime I see his face, hear his voice? I wish I could explain these feelings that I have never experienced.

I wonder why I fell in love with you. Impossible love.