How was I supposed to know that it would be wrong to love thise person?
How could I have guessed that I wouldn't be able to be in their arms for years?
How am I supposed to wait years before we can be together?
How am I going to go to prom if I want to be loyal and don't get a date.
How am I going to feel if someday . . . he just dies?
What if I'd never find out about his death, what if it was something only the people where he lives heard about? How would I be able to cope with his death if I did find out? How could I accept that my true love is gone, and that I'll never see him again? It would break my heart if he died, and I would die not soon after him. The pain would be terrible and life would be unbareable.
