From the moment I gazed into your eyes the first time, I knew there was something special about you. I spent weeks, months, years searching for what intrigued me so. Throughout that period of time, I came to know you, your imperfections, your quirks, your laugh, your smile, you. I fell in love with you, I never told you because I was always too shy and afraid of rejection. You’d always be with somebody else nothing like me which compounded my fear, causing my love to expose its fragility. I never thought you knew that I felt this way, and I hid in this shelter of ignorance. I tried to stop talking to you, associating with you and looking into the very same gaze that catalyzed this journey. It never worked. It has been some time now, and we are no longer near each other. All that remains is the idea that we could have had each other to ourselves with the world as our background. It pains me every time I think of you now, but that one thing in life that I always felt living for was that shred of hope and wonder at what it could have been. I do love you, but in this world it does not matter anymore, so I go to sleep with the thought that we’ll see each other in another life and am happy.