To love.

we have a connection. we don't have family friends. his family doesn't know mine. we've met around 10 times, but we're connected for a hundred lives. i can't let go and neither can he. i hold on so tight only to know he's embracing a soft toy that goes by my name. he sees me everywhere, i hear him everywhere. his mere thought can lift my spirits and make me smile despite the most extraordinary hurt he inflicts upon me. we can never hate each other but miserably love. we'll get our guard up and in the silence of the car, our emotions are high on the rollercoaster. one look and we'll melt, one touch and we'd die. we're so much in love. yet, we're so so far apart.