I want a love that happens in fairy tales.  A romance of gentle kisses in the rain  on a simmering summer day.  To describe the feeling of loving you so deeply it hurts, I would need to come up with new words.

I need a love,  unashamed and unafraid,  to be myself  or greater than our sum.  Our mutual pull so great that if we were planets,  you would pull me out of orbit,  an event of cataclysmic proportions.

But my love, neverending, has no direction  and my heart is aching for a happy ending  that I will never get.