When asked if he had experienced true love,
the boy with the body made of glass replied:
" I wouldn't say it was true love.
In fact, I'd say it was much more intimate,"
He paused, as though he was trying to find the right words.
" The love you share with someone who is out of reach
is the most painful and fulfilling feeling you'll endure.
It is so passionate yet so hollow,
it warrants its own classification of love."
We spent countless hours in a futile attempt to fulfill our own agendas. Our bodies were mangled with the moments spent trying to untangle our own minds. The warmth of the sun hit my body at full force. Like ice, I melted. Being in love with you was so painful for me yet I couldn't get enough.
I would melt every single morning if it meant I was able to spend a night in your arms.