I can feel my heart break more and more every time I look at you. I can feel my heart swell up with so much love, it has no choice but to begin to break, crack, perish. I feel my tears flood until they spill over, and I'm left shaking, holding you close, pressed tightly to me, feeling your heartbeat until I feel I can die. I know this love is forbidden, but the way you breathe, the steady rhythym of your heart, the small gasps you make when you cry... It all makes me long for you even more. I hear you, constantly letting me know, that this love isn't one sided, but I know it can never be. This love of mine I hold so closely, you, in my arms. It makes me want to take you, run away with you, to a place where nobody knows us, where we can be together. But isn't the evidence all too apparent? I wish it would be more shy, we don't deserve to be kept from eachother. Those lips of yours I dared to steal countless kisses from... I have always wanted them for myself. Is this love wrong? Is this love sick? If it's sick, I say, I love to suffer. You're so perfect. If it weren't for you... always mature... always beautiful... I'd have been able to let go, to not fall so hard. But now I can feel my heart break, holding you in my arms. I know that you don't understand why we can't be together... you're so young, but not naive. You're everything to me. Maybe many people feel that way for the ones they love. Our love is so intense, so real, everything I'd ever want love to be, yet it's impossible. This impossible love... this impossible fate. It's so intangible, even when I have you in my arms. When we're engaged in passionate kisses, and when we explore eachother's flesh. But how can I feel this way for you? How can you let yourself feel the way in return? If it weren't for... how perfect you are... I wouldn't have lost myself. Yet this can never be. It's not our age that seperates us, I thirty one, you fourteen... but because I'm your mother, and you're my son.