I loved you. I feel it my bones still, my love for you. I still think of you every day, even though it’s almost been two years since our paths have crossed. I think of contacting you, of revealing my love for you in its depth. It is pure torture to love you even now. If you loved me too, though, I would have never lost you the way that I did. We would still be speaking. You would not move on so flawlessly with your life. I will always love you. You may never know, or maybe you knew all along – my love. You were never mine, and I will never experience being yours either, but I love you. I hope one day you experience the love I feel for you – feel it with someone else – only that they feel the same way, too. Because it’s hell to love someone. It’s the biggest high, too.