• Tears seek my eyes as i think of you now. The pain i endure is not your doing yet an everlasting torture i inflict upon myself. This torture is not that i think of you daily knowing that i rarely, intentionally, cross your mind. Nor that i put you on a pedestal in full knowledge that i am nothing special to you. Not even the fact that i cry sometimes because you dont desire, or even seemed to ever ponder to desire me. The real torture is that i know not what date or time it will all end. It burdens my heart that it seems these actions and feelings will continue forevermore...