“He pronounced her name as everyone else did. It sounded different spoken by him. It sounded like a caress.”

“Kisses planted slowly around their neck.”

“You do not know / How little I loved / Before I loved you.”

“It is hard to love alone. To know such a glorious feeling is your own and not shared by the one you feel it for is so tragic because you want them to feel what you do. You desire it with all of your soul. That they could feel this that you carry inside, that lights up your days, that makes the moon shine brighter at night, that creates smiles out of thin air and warms the heart hotter than any star. You wish on them the joy you know for your own and I wonder if this is selfish at all, for it is you, you wished they loved but then is it not human nature to desire to be loved? Is it selfish to want something ingrained in the very fiber of your being? I don’t know because wouldn’t they get all of that love returned a thousand times fold?”