Ghost.

I don't understand how no-one else can see you, see how beautiful you are, or even hear you tell them how much I mean to you. I can't get my head around the fact I can't even touch you, or kiss you, or even hug you. I hate it, I hate it so much, it's the worst thing in the world. But I'm not letting it go.

Frank Iero falls in love. A thing many people do from time to time, and many people find it to be complicated, wether it's distance, or time, or just total differences between thoughts. For love being complicated, Frank is no exeption. However, he is an exeption when it comes to his reasons why.

This is a Frerard, so you know the drill, don't like, don't read blah blah.
This is a little different to my usual stuff, It's rather spur of the moment, but i think people will like it.

I don't think I need to put a disclaimer, everyone knows that by now.
erm. enjoy!