why don’t you like me? why haven’t you answered my pursuits or pursued me yourself? am i not pretty enough for you? old enough for you? experienced enough for you? too coy? too innocent? not perfect? what must i be to make myself of any internal interest to you? i want to be that one gnawing thought in your brain that won’t let you sleep. i want to be that person you think up crazy adventures to go on with, places to explore, to see, to experience, to be excited about. is it wrong of me to desire you? to desire your touch, your voice, your appreciation, your attention? i want, i yearn, i crave, and most of all i suffer. because i cannot make my intentions or desires explicit enough to convince you of advancement.