Impression

I've just spoken to someone about the one I love. THEY don't know it, HE doesn't know it...even I am trying to convince myself that I don't know it. But I do... I know that he could be my lover, so close, and yet so far away.
I might soon meet him. We'll just pretend that we don't know it, just like we do every time... we talk, we smile at each other, we touch each other accidentally, yet we pretend not to know it, not to feel it...the love that grows inside of us, that flashes in our eyes every time we look at each other.
We simply don't have the strength to admit it...our love. Such a burning, self destructive, sweet pain, denied even before existing....our love.