The power within

she tells me who she met, who she admires and how great everything felt. after that... give it seconds, half a minute. she hugs me. comforts me. it's like she know it hurts. the thing is, it doesn't hurt because she has those feelings or admire someone. it hurts because i feel like an outsider how is totally new to those kind of feelings. like i never felt this way before. or like i felt and forgot. like those feelings will never return. maybe there are dozens, hundreds or even thousands out there, right for me, but i don't see them. i don't see them because i cannot feel something different. it's like we both know it. although she's a great comforter. really. i just let it happen because it feels somewhat better. i'm as close to her like i never be in some way else. scary. either i'm faking feelings to gain whatever or i'm denying myself to feel.

[Sometimes I just like to kiss you.]