I want the one i can't have and it's driving me mad.

And i lay here one more night on my grandma's couch trying to rid myself of the scent of your hair, of the texture of your porcelain skin, of the pressure of your fingers on my back, and of the sound of your voice that consume my every thought and i can't. Your face makes me smile. Your laugh and smile are contagious. Every single thing about you is perfect. I want you, i will never have you, but that doesn't stop this feeling. That doesn't stop this urge i have to hold your face in my hands and kiss you. To have our tongues waltz with one another. To run my fingers through your long red hair. I want you. My god i want you. Even if can't have you, even if i never will, i will always want you.