Days pass and it keeps getting harder and harder. I walk pass you down the hallway and It takes every fibre in my being not to turn back and grab your arm and pull you into me. I naturally gravitate towards you whenever we're standing side by side. I want to reach over to hold your tiny hands and clasp them in mine. I see the looks you give me from the corner of my eyes. If only I could do the same but without all the pretense- without the harsh lights and all the invasive cameras in our faces. Without the fans and staff's eyes on us. I want it to be just the two of us. Allow me to look deep into your brown eyes and this time don't you dare break away.

I can't help myself. I try my hardest to surpress it. The more time passes the obvious it gets. I don't know how far I can keep this up. Every glance of you and the light fleeting touches you allow me to have next to you- makes me go slightly insane. I hope you don't mind. I hope you don't notice. It's better this way. The lives we chose don't allow such trivial things to happen so early on, maybe in a different lifetime. Maybe in the next few years when we start ageing and one by one our fans loose interest in us. Then maybe I can pursue you. If only you let me.