I just wish that he was actually mine. I love him so much and I'm basically told by family and friends that because of the age difference, there wouldn't be a snowball's chance in heck of him ever being interested in me. I would beg to differ, but it's futile trying to argue my point with them. I've seen things from him that I would interpret as being interested, but I've been burned so much that I'm petrified to do or say anything that would let him know how I feel. The last thing I need right now is rejection. Seriously, if that happened, I really don't know what I'd do. I get so depressed, and he is a major part of it, but I never say that to anyone because it's pointless to try and talk to them about it. I don't know what to do really. He's 60 and I'm 30. He's a wonderful man. He's smart, funny, loving, warm and kind, gentle, and everything anyone could ever want in a man. I don't see how everyone can't see that. I wish he could see himself out of my eyes.