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My eyes devoured line after line, story after story of sadness, and again I teared up, I became entranced, in love with the mind that had formed these words into such intoxicating literature. The words that he wrote are the most lovely display of pain and heartbreak that I had ever seen. I am in love with every word and in love with every piece of the person who has written them. I have known this person for the majority of my short life, I was an insignificant child to the writer who was constructing such sublime stories. The man of words that I fell in love with, will never know the love that I have for who he is. Through the cruelty of my fractured mind, regardless of his torn heart, regardless of his love for another woman, regardless of distance, regardless of his age, regardless of him ever loving me back, I fell for that injured little boy trapped inside himself. I fell in love with a man that I know so little about. Still to this day, even I am baffled at the love I have for him, untouched, so wanting, yet I watch and keep quiet in hopes that one day, he'll find me like I found him, hiding behind his walls.