You own me. I am crazy about you. Irrevocably, catastrophically, unquenchably in love. You make me shake and sweat and yearn, but I try not to let you see that you have that power over me. I love your soft, strong arms. I adore your broad shoulders. I think those ridiculous tiny shorts are the sexiest item of clothing you own. I miss you constantly. I pray for you whenever I miss you. I ache. If only we had that one thing in common. The one thing that has to be there for this to be anything but a dull hollow horrible pain. If that were there, I wouldn't have to be strong anymore. I would simply be yours.