Passion

And I still feel this when I am around her. Seven years passed by and all it took was for me to see her again. I love another person now, and still I can absolutely not deny the raw passion I feel for her. Interesting thing the love is. She does not know, and won't, 'cause she is straight and in love with a guy, and I don't have courage to tell her how I have felt for years, actually. The fact that I am, too, engaged, loving and dating another person is another pretty nice reason about me not telling her. Guess this is what french people call passion. But it is the only thing I can do: guess.