Sometimes it jut feels so impossible to me. It’s like you’re right within reach, but at the same time you’re a million miles away. I’ve never wished on so many nights for the same person. Yet you have to give up eventually, right? I’ve gotten past the pain; after three months of torture I can finally breathe again. But I think I’m still in love with you and that’s a feeling that doesn’t go away quickly. You talk to me sometimes, even flirt a little bit, but every taste I get makes me want more. Like this casual friendship we have occasionally simply isn’t enough for me. And though I feel a little shame in admitting that, I also know it’s the truth and I’m not going to apologize for being real. But it’s so frustrating being stuck in this on-and-off attraction. Some days I would do anything for you to talk to me, and other days I want to scream because I can’t get you off my mind. And it’s weird because no one else knows quite how I feel about you. Sure, maybe some people have their suspicions but nobody knows the whole truth. Sometimes it gets discouraging, but I have no way of knowing when to let go so for now I’m hanging on. Hanging onto our memories, hanging onto my attraction to you, and hanging onto some far-off glimmer of hope that someday... someday you might decide to love me back. Loving you is like trying to touch a star - you know you’ll never reach but you have to keep trying.