I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

He shakes his head with a slow smile. You'd better be right. If the phone rings, I'm unpluggining it, I swear to God-“
You'd do that to your five-year-old sister?“ I gasp in mock outrage.
For one whole night alone? Jesus, Maya, I'd sell her to the gypsies!

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

I feel like I'm going crazy: seeing you every day but never being able to - to hold you, to touch you when anyone else is around. i just want to take your hand, kiss you, hug you, without having to hide all the time. All those things every other couple takes for granted!

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.