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Why am I drawn to you?  What is this feeling I have that you are suppose to play a part in my life?  You are beautiful, alluring and seem to contain much of what I have been looking for all my life, yet, I can not touch.  I think that is a good thing for now, for without friendship, without trust, there can’t be anything else.  The rest is carnal; the ape that we once were coming to the surface.  Be that as it may, I want to hold you in my arms and tell you these things as whispers shared between only you and I.  Although I want to scream it at the moon, I must only think in whispers.

What is the role you are to play in my life, and why does this feeling tell me that it shall be more than what I ever dreamed possible?