she has the strangest way
of making me smile when no one else can.
She's slowly becoming my best friend.
I'm wondering if she's strong enough to fill the hole,
left by another.
She'd be good for me.
Healthy.
Not emotionally challenging.
I need that.
I'd force myself to fall in love with her,
But that won't be neccessary.
when the intrigue is gone,
with what are you left?
she makes me sick.
My only hope of salvation
lies in hands that reach in another direction.
With what am I left?
can she find no comfort in me?
