Oh, the cleverness of me

You want me to have feelings?” he said. “I already told you that I love you. What else should I say? That I long to be near you every second of every day? I see colors, only around you….I smell perfume, only around you. God, it’s like…like I’m alive again. Sometimes I go crazy just wondering if I imagined it all, and I wait to see when it…you…will be taken away from me.” “I feel all these things, Abbey,” he continued on. “Rage that I can’t run my fingers through your hair. Sorrow that I can’t lay my face next to yours. Agony that I can’t steal the breath from your lips. I can’t eat or breathe or sleep for wanting to touch you, and yet I don’t eat or breathe or sleep. I’m just here. Stuck in between.” ― Jessica Verday The haunted.

If love doesn't see race nor gender. Would you go out with a male?