What is infinity?  Often symbolized by a figure 8, it is defined as an immeasurable, indefinite amount of space, time or quantity without limitations and greater than any person can conceive.
It is unfathomable.  It is not reachable. It never ends.

This is only but a season in my life.  Eight years have come and gone since I was able to put to my feelings into words.  Even then they are never complete.  I am missing a piece of me.  You can't tell me that when someone feels this way, there is nothing to it.  I think that no matter how far I go in this life I will always wonder "what if?". If only for a moment in time, I am awake. I know exactly how I feel, but can say nothing. 

Every time I see you, my heart still jumps.  I am still in love with you.  My love for you is infinite.  I cannot stop it, even if I tried. 

I keep trying to ask myself why, what's wrong with me?  Why can't I give this up?  You feel so unreachable, yet so close.  Electricity pierces its way through my veins straight to my heart at the feeling of your brief touch.  It's just a gesture of kindness, stopping us in our tracks to say hello.  I usually have been the one who reaches out, but this time, you did.  It shocked me.  I was struck by silence.  Polite small talk is all I could muster up.  

I'm dying inside.

I have been running through self-help, self-examination for months, but none of that seems to squelch the gnawing emotions consuming my every day.  I miss you when you are not here and long to see you, when you are present.  Albeit far from my reach, I feel that someday, somehow, I will share this with you.  This secret of how I have loved you for so long.  I have loved you for infinity times two.  16 years is long to feel so strongly and never say a word.

It hurts so much I could burst.

Chiding myself daily to be content where I am doesn't work either.  No matter how many verses I recite, words I use to talk myself down from these emotions, feelings I push aside, you are still there imprinted upon my heart. But for one second, one millisecond, I wish I could tell you....

The demons inside my mind restrict me; they keep my tongue tied.  I need to let you go.  

It scares me...these secrets scare me to confess.
What if it isn't welcome?  These ideas of love, infinite love...what if they scare you too?
To love someone with such passion, regardless of bounds and legality.  Paper restrictions, rules, laws, and nature.  They are all barricades to the heart.  

It doesn't mean I won't feel what I do though.  It simply means I am not allowed.

So, what does it mean to love someone infinitely?  
It means there is hope.  It means, maybe someday, I can love you freely.  If only I could erase the doubt from my mind.

Here we are in completely different places.  In completely different worlds.  Moving along with the pace of life set before us, the ones we created for ourselves.  But what if I had stopped it, just for once.... what if I had said what was on my mind?  What if I had mentioned my love, my connection, my heart?  What if I said that I was in love with you?  Would you have received it?  Would you have taken it into consideration?  Would there even be anything to consider?  Would it be reciprocated?  

Walk with me, the love of my heart.  For just a moment, walk with me.  Let me tell you all the secrets within.
Let my arms fold in yours, and your heart hum in my ear.  Let my infinite love be all we need to survive.  Let it be full and happy, to withstand time.  Let me steal your glance, your thoughts, your heart, your soul.  

Anon