It cannot be. I must not find beauty there I must not want that body I must not desire that flesh I cannot seek out that soul to merge it with mine. It cannot be. Though my emptiness desires it. How can I be so alone, Yet continue to deny myself? How can I ache so bad, How can I yearn and hurt and be so empty- and continue to deny myself? And what would happen if I did not deny? If I did not hide my longings? And indulged my need? Then what would be? No family? Friends? Career? What? Would I be happy then? Could I be happy then?