You know I like you. You might even have an idea it’s more. Why can’t I tell you? You’ve always been good to me, so what am I afraid of? I love you but can’t find the words or a way to say I want to be more than friends. I feel so helpless in love. V.H.

To burn with desire
and keep quiet about it
is the greatest punishment
we can bring on ourselves.
Federico Garcia Lorca