IVe only known him for 5 or 6 months, and I know that it is hard to understand. I need him and I want to be the one to make him happy. We have already gotten so close to each other that I cannot come out of this without having another psycodic breakdown. My desire to be near him is not out of lonliness, lust, and sex, but out of my unrequited love and passion to see him smile. I have my problems and so dose he, but I am all willing and ready to accept any troubles that we come across. To be denied would shurly be the death of love for me. I don't think that I can take much more sorrow. The mear fact that I have experienced this before because of the bastard is killing me. What really is he to me? Maybe he is the Cope de Grace for my mentality.