Musings.

I miss you, terribly, and it's distressing that I cannot do anything about it.
Thinking of you, I'm aware of how much you mean to me, yet words fail me whenever I'm in your presence.

I have too much to say, but words lack in expressionism when I'm with you.
I'm afraid of what seeds my actions may wrought if I just but whisper that I deeply adore you.

Will you love me, hate me?
Will you curse and banish me to the seven hells or will you embrace me?

To do away with this uncertainty, the risk of leaving all to fate..
If only I knew of the gods plans for me, for us.