He haunts me. That guy who plays the drums at the church I used to regularly attend. He is always there, even when I do not need or want him to be there. He always pops up, convieniently when I am the saddest. Convieniently when I need some strong arms to fall into, and when I am feeling down and out. He is there. But he is not supposed to be. He is not supposed to be anywhere to me. I am supposed to leave him alone and he should do the same. I am not even supposed to want him to be around. and even though I know its wrong. he's the only one I want.