I love a twelve year old girl. I'm fifteen... She'll be thirteen this June. We're absolutely perfect for each other. We dated before, and we're still best friends, but I want us to be more. I want to be one with her, have kids and grow old with her.
Yes, I do realize that's a bit out-of-the-world for a 15 year old to be thinking about, but I have dreams and I can usually achieve any goal I set. I absolutely, positively love her in every way. I'm always--not joking--ALWAYS thinking about her. I can't get her off of my mind!
Thing is, I have little emotion. Except for her, I don't love... Hate... Sorrow, and happiness... For the most part, I'm... satisfied, I suppose, with my life, but the "happiness" thing... If I feel it, then, I guess I don't understand it. It's hard to explain. But when it comes to her, emotions are real, they're there... I can feel them and understand them. She's a binding with which I can be mended. She's a monster tamer, and I'm the monster.
If only she felt the same way. She acts like she might, but she usually has a boyfriend. What to do, what to do....