She was hoping for answers but not looking forward to being sympathized with. She just wished he wasn’t who he was and that she didn’t feel the way she felt. It was all so surreal. This guy, the one she couldn’t bury beneath the earth with her past, would not stop appearing in her thoughts; speaking words in her mind. To her, love was a sin that clenched too hard to the skin, sinking each letter within the thin layer of the skin human’s posses. All she ever wanted was the truth but like a fool she stood awaiting the man. Far from what she wanted, she found herself contemplating loving a man that will never love her or letting the man that never truly exist go?