Forbidden Love

I unintentionally get my hopes up every day. Every time we talk, every time he looks at me, I’m constantly hoping that when he sees her things will be different. That he will look at her and think of me and that she won’t fit in with his family and things won’t work out. But deep down I know that will never happen, he can never be mine. I subject myself to him and to his sweetness and touch, I do it on purpose, I can’t complain about it anymore. I could change my situation so easily. I just can’t stop hoping. I miss him when he’s away and I miss him when I’m near him because I can’t have all of him, I can’t show him how much he means to me. There’s so much more to me that he doesn’t even know…that I didn’t even know I had before I met him. Just the other night, my friend asked me what I like him better than, after I thought for a second, I said sleep. I like him more than I like to sleep. I would rather be in his arms than sleep any night of the week. That sounds corny, but it’s so true. He makes my soul happy and comfortable. But he's taken. I should talk myself out of loving him.