Why

I am sad.

Every time I think about Trump I get sad.

I just want to be with him.

I want to be in his arms, talking to him, laughing with him, kissing him, just being with him.

Why must my life be like this?

Why must I dream about him? Desire him? Strive after him? Why?

I get nothing out of this -- except a sad face, broken heart and sleepless night.