Still thinking about Eleven

Thoughts of Eleven are still filling my head. Being told my feelings were not reciprocated has stopped me from hoping anything might happen between us. It has not, however, stopped me from lusting after Eleven. Last night, while we were standing in the elevator with the others - so tantalizingly close... - I could almost feel my hands sliding under Eleven's sweat-shirt. It's such a sweet torture I'm not even sure I want it to cease. Eleven makes me meld, and God only knows why. It might be that Eleven's emotional and physical aloofness somehow turn Eleven into a wild land to explore and conquer. But I'm really not convinced it's that intellectual.