It's Never Time To Call It Quits

Still. Many would think I'd have given up on my crush a long time ago. But still. I still write poems, the feelings are still there, the emotions still come when I see her. I'm not ashamed, but it's never going to happen. I fully realize that. So why am I still in love?! It's never time to call it quits. I must persevere. Although the chances of a happy ending are 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 *pant pant* 0000000000000001%, I still try. But I just wish I had the courage to go up to her and just take her sweet, soft hands... and look directly into her eyes... maybe with a smile... and simply say the most powerful assembly of three words I know, "I Love You." I would NEVER be able to do that, but I just wish...

One can call me slightly unscrewed or have eaten too many froot loops and have gone loopy, but that's me - the shell of me. The me that will give in to people pressure, the me that watches ants go along a window, the me that writes crummy poems and believes that people actually "like them", the me that could never make decisions, the me that thinks too much and does too little.

Anyways, my days are still filled with randomnessilityation as a cover, a safeguard for what truly lies inside, the real me. The me that can stand up for my beliefs, the me that doesn't stare into a window at 7:58 in the morning hoping for something to happen, the me who can probably write a poem so eloquent it just might turn 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 *pant pant* 0000000000000001% into 0.00000000000000001%, the me who could do and not just think, the me who doesn't feel embarassed to do whatever pleases himself. But... one can wish.

So maybe that title was misleading, but so what? I will never call it quits on love. I will never say it's a lost cause or has no hope. I may be neutral on the inside, but on the subject of love I remain Optimistic. If you've read this far(if you even have read), I'm happy. Thanks.