The time has come to hear just what I mean to you. I’m scared to know, yet eager to learn. As night I’ve dreamt of a time when you truly cared. I’ve dreamt of a time when you come to me and let me be the one for you.

Oh, how long has it truly been? I have longer for your touch, for your sent, for your arms to hold me tight. Have you ever noticed that I need that? Have you ever noticed that I need you? I feel as though around me you put up a barrier, a false pretense. Never letting me close.

I fail without you and I wish you knew, I wish you felt the same.

I never truly cared for Valentines Day, something about it just always irked me. But within the past two years I have come to almost despise it. The whole premise of the holiday is relatively retarded. The whole thing just makes single people feel as though they aren’t good enough, and it makes people who actually have someone feel as though they are forced to do something special.

What ever happened to loving a person each and every day of the year? Is humanity so pathetic that we have declined to the point that we need a national holiday to tell us that we should love one another? What has our world come to?

Carefully I stroll into the room, glancing around hoping, praying that he is there. Every moment of everyday I am forced to wait, to wait for that one moment, that one moment that he is all mine.

I rush to him and wrap my arms around him, conforming his body to mine. I hold him for as long as possible, I am almost afraid to let go.

My heart pounds as I grasp for the last threads of existence. He is gone. disappeared, for the night. What more can I do but wait, wait for another moment when he will be mine, only mine.