I rolled over in bed, prayed to a God I don't believe in, and buried my life in my pillow. I cried and cried and thought, "Why is it wrong to care about her?" I thought about you, how you felt, what you believe in, what did I say wrong? I smiled an enblemished smile when you told me you missed me. I cried when you didn't return my love. I was soaked in tears and agony, but I still loved you - still love you. I don't care that you hurt me, I don't care that I cried - I only care that you felt guilty, that you didn't mean to do it, that I'm still there for you - to talk, to love, to help. I want to caress your fingertips, your fingers and palms - I want to love you freely - to know you love me. I want to be the one to make you let go, to let you care, to be there for you. Ultimately, can I be the one you run to. We don't have to be completely co-dependant - we can just express our love with our eyes and our hands and our words. Let me love you - love me.