Unrequited Love

My brain hurts from thinking, thinking way too hard. Creativity is something that seeps from me, but putting it into context is something completely different. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to find the right words for what I want to say.

Basically, I want you to know. I want you to know that I care, that I almost love you. The emptiness that fills my heart craves your company, it longs for you to be there. I only know you little, but enough to know this: I love you, and always will do. My unrequited love.