Having to spend every day, every moment looking at someone, thinking about someone who doesn’t love you like you love them is the worst kind of emotional strain. The feeling of potential accompanied by the distinct taste of loss is unmatched. Seeing their posts, their face, reading their throwaway thoughts on their story just takes on a whole new kind of bittersweet flavor when you realize just how close you got and still couldn’t have them. And they’ll never love you back. And god it was so close to something beautiful–but they’re afraid and you’re not stable, and the list goes on even when your heart has already fallen most of the way. It just sits on your chest, pulls tight in your jaw and behind your eyes and just slowly burns its way out.
Because they will never love you.




