Unrequited...

I never knew it was possible to feel so strongly about another person. I didn’t think I would ever die for someone or sacrifice my own happiness for theirs. Part of me hates the dependence I have for him. The fact I miss him the moment he walks out of the room. I dream about him, think about him. My body and mind is his for the taking for they no longer belong to me anyway. From the first moment I realized my love, I was his. The details of his person are etched into my brain; the way he stands, the exact colour of his eyes, his laugh and smile. After all of this, after my heart has crumbled into ash, why does he not see me walk by? He does not notice my smile or the way I shudder when we touch. I love him, yet he only loves himself.