Story: Seperated

I want to turn around, look in your eyes, and say... I Love you. But something deep inside me, a feeling I guess,or... No, it's not a feeling... I wish it was just a feeling, cause it's much more than just one feeling, it's like a little monster and yells: Don't turn! Don't turn! Maybe she don't even know me yet, so why am I afraid to turn? Maybe three little words aren't so easy to say... Especially when the girl who is standing in front of you, is raped... And maybe the feeling, deep inside me, just knows what she doesn't know... I'm the raper... And we'll be forever seperated... No matter what.