• I love you. I love you so much that my heart cries when I do not see you. Do you love me the way I love you? I know the answer already, as you leave to fight a winless war you care not for me. The truth I reluctantly reveal, the love you never had. As I lie here waiting to see your face again, I remember the times when we were together. When I fell for you I guess I will never know, but I began to watch you. Your smile was so bright it could light a thousand rooms. Your laugh was like a cool breeze on a hot summer afternoon. Your body was like a mountain sheltering me from harm. Your arms like a quilt keeping me warm. It was all in friendship but I tried in vain to take all your love as my own. I love you and I never told you and now I may never see you again. The love I have for you never reaching you. The tears come now and I can do nothing to stop them. I cry for fear that we shall never meet. I cry for now there is no light to wake me from slumber. No breeze to cool me in summer. No mountain to protect me from the dangers of life. No quilt to keep out the ice. My heart turns to ice I no longer wish to see you. I wish for the ice to consume me whole and for it to never melt at just the thought of you again. I wish for the pain to disappear in the numbing coldness. I wish to feel nothing for you so that these tears may stop. Soon my heart will be too cold for anyone to ever bring back the fire of passion. Please stay away until then so I can no longer feel. So when you come I can still give you a smile of friendship and never again wish for more from you. I do this more for myself then for you. As I write this I feel myself even now forgetting what you look like. The last memory will end. As I lie here now on my bed the tears have stopped, my body is cold, but I do not feel like reaching for a new quilt. I have come to accept this price for my loving you finally the last tear has fallen. I will cry no more and embrace this state of numbness. I can now sleep peacefully knowing I will no longer suffer the pains of love. Good night my friend or should I say Good mourning.