She drives me insane.
She represents all that I’ve ever wanted.
Is it love? There was a time I had no doubt it was. I lived and breathed by her every movement. Every thought. Every word to pass her angelic lips.
She yells at me. Not with a raised voice, but merely a sharp tongue. Reminding me of what I am and will always be. I am a fool blinded by desire.
She deserves better.
She needs more than I offer.
She is above me.
This is the truth. This is reality. Any other idea is just a dream. A dream not meant for this world.