Yet, once more, it appears that I found a soul who fulfills my desirers. You may ponder upon whom it may be, but I shall not speak. You see, this particular mortal makes me feel wanted and loved. However, like everything in life, there are flaws. As close as we are in our hearts, our bodies are separated between miles of earth. Oh how I would love to touch thee, and gently brush my hands across thee’s beautiful, fragile face. My heart aches when I close my eyes and see our selves together holding hands, yet, when I open my eyes and thee’s face isn’t there, I suffer. The things I feel and execute, when this feeling over powers me. As much as I think I have control, I really don’t. As much as I love this feeling of so-called love, I know, it will only bring pain upon me. Cruel as it may sound, it is the truth. Look at every person, and you will see, their heart aching because of a mortal they once loved. The probability of ne'er suffering because of love, is small. Yet, people conscientiously fall in love, knowing they will eventually get hurt. But I suppose that is just part of life, and I don’t want to be part of such life.