A reciprocated reply would make a world of difference, but this unrequited love has sapped the light out of you...now everything doesn't matter anymore.
Taking its toll on you, as every misleading beacon in the midsts of this mist sends a happy spree of hope like a surge of dope into your veins, and the withdrawal seems to kill a little bit of you every time.
This happiness is a drug and in its depression is the only comfort it can offer...
How much before you break?
How many breaks before you can muster the strength and declare that you had enough?
How long more can you wait before you tell that person how you really feel?
For love that is one way, it is to love, but to love in vain...
Get the rejection out of the way and move on with life, wallow in this misery and taste the bitterness of loneliness....
But what if the love is requited? I guess you'll never know till you try...so wear your heart on your sleeve before it is too late, realize the fear that your throbbing heart may eventually cool and be shielded by a wall of ice built by an architect of pain. And it will take a tremendous amount of amourous heat to melt that coldness away, if ever you are to love again.....
Agree????
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