My hands tremble with the hatred I feel, or perhaps the room, so frigid, I sit in for comfort. This person I can’t seem to ever get out of my mind I always see them when they aren’t there I feel them closer than my own skin. She can’t love me and I mustn’t love her. It’s easier to pine than to mourn for the love we can’t have, but I still can’t stop thinking of her when we are apart. My name, Clementine, next to hers, Cordensa, on the partner list, looks so lovely and I can’t see to get it out of my mind.

We see each other all the time, we shoot daggered glares at each other everytime we’re near, yet when we’re close all I can see are how her lips part upon her face. How I want so badly to be held in her arms and kiss her face. She’s very precious to my heart but I can’t get to close, my heart can’t handle a love this strong she has to stay away and so shall I, for a broken heart is easier to heal than two souls torn apart.