Penance.
God...the way he looks at me sometimes. Like he's been in the dark, and I'm the sun. I can feel it, like he's touching me from across the room. That cliche of everyone else in the room disappearing is real. I can't hear or see anything but him in those moments. It makes me want to hold my breath and not make a sound just so we can stay in that hazy bubble for a few more precious seconds. I want to cross the room and bury myself in him. I want to scream my feelings for him out loud. The spell always breaks, however, inevitably and inadvertently, and when it does, the physical loss of it is...fuck. I have it so bad. I knew it would happen, but not to this degree. I'm fully, wholly, incredibly in love with Mr. Jones. I say this with my whole chest, and without the influence of physical activity. I know without a doubt in me that I'm not alone in these feelings....and that, despite them, we won't progress to anything more beyond what we already are. A tragedy