Let me tell you what’s worse than unrequited love. Semi-requited love. They like you, they spend time with you, they think it’s “fun.” But you light up when you see them, you can’t stop thinking about them, and worst of all you can’t get over them because you hold out hope that one day they’ll look at you how you look at them.
And see, the thing is, I want to be that for you. But you’ll never feel for me what I feel for you. And I’m sad, but I understand. I never get what I want. I’ll sit here and I’ll be your friend and I’ll tell you how amazing you are, and you can be sure that I mean it with everything that I am, because I do. When you want it, if you want it, this heart is yours.
Story of my life
me in the middle
Only people in journalism think journalism is still some noble profession.