What he dosent know is I long for his worm, loving touch, or that I love him so very very much. What he dosent know is that even though I'm hurt my heart still wants only him, Or that without him my inner light is dim. What he dosent know is I would've done anything he'd ask to keep him by my side, Only if he didn't sneak around and act like he had something to hide. What he dosent know is I'm falling apart over all this, Or that his kiss, his voice, his love, his smell and more I will miss.