I refrain from physically expressing myself on how I feel towards you. For numerous reasons actually; I admire you in a heart-felt way, and it feels so true and real. I am perplexed because my admiration feels so strong, yet I feel distant from you. Time and fate spell out if we are truly compatible. So far I think we can fabricate something, answer my plea, am I right? Naïve am I! Inexperience at its best, perfectly modeling what not to be. I listen far too much to my heart and its desires, forcing upon impulse. I am a candor lost in his abnegation, putting all those before him and gazing at their lives through his eyes and the heart wrenching reality. I feel dauntless, which is like selflessness, but really how dauntless am I really? A form of erudite. I feel brave enough to try, but belittled enough to believe all is hopeless and harm will find me once more. I contemplate why I fan the flames of my lonesome soul longing for a heart to clasp and cherish. A wolf treads ground without a pack, searching for inner amity, seeking answers for his lingering heart. A bandage to stop the bleeding. He finds traces of a lost and humble cub and nurtures him, only to find his foster brother slowly nourishing himself with the seeping life force he was bestowed with.