I'll always come running back.

As much as I don't deserve you, I want you so much. I wish you could feel the ecstatic-happy feeling you give me, because I feel like I'm high, flying freely simply surrounded by a blur of beauty, goodness and... love?

I don't know what you feel about me, but I adore you.

It frustrates me, because I want you so much but I don't think you want me back; I try to distance myself, but you always say something so sweet... wrap my mind up with your soft voice and pretty words; how could I resist you but want to run back and wrap my arms round your neck and admit everything I feel for you hoping everything will turn out okay... but I think not... as much as I try and try so hard to stay away and protect my heart, I think I'll always come running back in the end.