I am so terrified now. I have shared my stories with you, glorified them even, all so that I could feel closer to you. Was this a mistake? I feel like it is. Your silence is haunting. You listen, and there is no reaction. Sometimes you are so stoic, I try and try to get a response from you, and then after a few brief moments, you shut me out. You have completely disrupted my world, invaded it with your presence, and I think of you at all times. I am ever consumed by your being. This has been years coming. Have you planned this? Have you gained my trust, and exposed me for what I am? Why? to prove something to yourself, to others, to the world? Opening myself to you was the very worst thing i could do, and now, I can never go back. You know me, I know nothing of you.