let me save you. i love you, mother. you are my hero.
can i take care of everyone?
Is this love?
I think i may love you, but you’re not giving me the chance to. I am unsure of what to do when you close me out as this outsider. I gaze into your eyes at night, as cliche as that may sound; yet when I peer into them and see so much emotion, I only wish that those emotion formulate into feelings of love and tenderness. You are all that I want at this current moment, even if in the long run I am confused with overwhelmed with feelings of lust. You are real. I am real. This is real.