Prologue I know how you feel... Whenever I lock your hand in mine, you always have your palm open as if you're ready to let go any second. Whenever I lay my lips on yours I feel the hesitation, the silent torture that is deafening my soul. Whenever I touch you, the resistance, the intense pain instead of pleasure that I put you through. And whenever I breathe the words I love you, I convince myself that the four words you say back to me is the truth when we both know, that all of it was a lie. Yet here I am, foolishly believing that someday you will feel the way that I do. That someday you'll intertwine your fingers with mine... That instead of hesitation, you will linger in our kisses... That you'll make love to me as passionately as I want to make love to you. And for once in our lives, maybe you'll say I love you first... Or maybe I'm just wishing... ----------------------------------------------------- This story IS NOT MINE. It is a converted story. Credit to the original author.