For whatever reasons, I am infatuated with you. I am willing to be hurt by you; never will I understand why. I know the truth. You are my father. You are my mother. You are my past, present and the others that are soon to come. You are continuity and finality. Every aspect of you is going to tear me apart until there is nothing left. I don’t care. I am flying high, on every emotion available to man. I am superior. I am screaming at the top of my lungs and no longer is it a piercing shriek of fright or humiliation. It is brave, a deep and dark roar from the pit of my courageous chest, filled with passion from my bare and benevolent heart. What I need from you I will never receive, these feelings will never be reciprocated. I am beautiful, more beautiful than you can fathom or comprehend, than you would even attempt to comprehend. Acceptance has become a daily routine and on this day I will accept the fact that even when I am not alone, I am alone.