I should not awaken that which should not be awakened.
I should not fan the flames of that which should not be on fire.
I should not be wishing for things that have no business of being wished for.
I should not long for things that cannot be longed for.
I should not dream that which has no place in my life.
And yet, sometimes, I do.
I awaken. I fan. I wish. I long. I dream.
Even if the pain of unrequitedness may make me double over and throw up and despair.
I cannot help myself.