Sarah

we talked for hours at a time , without even realizing it.
sometimes our conversations would be about life , religion and love .
a few times , it seemed to be more about laughter and having fun .
she is someone i had come , to think the world of .
her , three children ...and myself , none .

we met online , and quickly became friends . i spent
most of my time looking forward to hearing her thoughts and ideas . we
called each other , almost daily . i began thinking of her more , as time 
passed . could she feel the same ? turns out , to a much lesser degree .
one thing is for sure , unshared love , is not a victimless crime .

i broke a promise to her , almost seemed out of my control .
to never bring up my feelings towards her again . to only be a true friend 
forever . my attraction to her gained strength , every time we talked .
however hard i tried , i just could not get myself to pretend .
the really bad thing is , the more i chased , the more she felt stalked.

i wanted her , because i couldn't have her , she would constantly say .
but that simply doesn't make sense . i wanted to be with her long before
i knew i couldn't . life has taught me , not to give up so easily . it
recently has taught me , just the opposite . try ..... what for ?
not only to lose hope , but also a good friend . i miss you , i submit .
Copyright © | Year Posted 2007

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