"Wherever You're At is Okay."

She's not in love with me. She's promising me nothing, merely allowing me to demonstrate love to her. I am completely, head-over-heels in love with her. I think about her all day long while I'm at work, and on the train home, and when I'm alone, and when I'm with her, and anytime else I haven't mentioned. She consumes my thoughts, and I love it.

She isn't in love with me, but she likes my attentions. She likes me to put a hand on her, or be available for hugs. She likes me to tell her she's beautiful and that I'm in love with her. She likes presents and attention. And I'm happy to give it.

She likes me to be sexually aroused by her, but she doesn't have sex with me. It's incredibly frustrating, but I understand. It's where she's at at the moment, and I constantly tell her, "Wherever you are at is okay."

I hope and pray and long for the day that she will fall in love with me. I'm doing everything in my power to demonstrate that I've changed. She doesn't believe me yet, but there is hope. If she falls in love with me, it will all be worth it.