You said the only time you said "I love you" and meant it was when she said it back to you. You said no one has ever made you as happy as she does. You said that she is your favorite person in the world, the most beautiful person in the world, the only one who understands you in the world. You love her in a way that you could never love me, you love her and you continue to love her because she loves you too, because her passion matched to the same frequency as your own fuels you, but mine, never. I've heard people say that unrequited love never dies, but that is only true because it is never alive. It never materializes into anything of substance so trying to get rid of it is not like killing a person, it is not even like killing a ghost because a ghost was mortal once, it is like trying to kill a rock, like breaking it into smaller and smaller pieces and of course the mass will always remain the same because matter cannot be created or destroyed but it can change forms, and unrequited love does not ever die, it is only shattered into fragments so small that you cannot see them anymore and I can feel the places where shrapnel has pierced my skin but it is so minuscule I cannot find it, just notice it sting when I touch it but it feels like that is all the time, and I know that the simple answer is "just don't  touch it" but how else am I to tell if these wounds have healed but to reopen them? You never told me you loved me, never said it to my face, only uttered those words to get sympathy from tenderhearted strangers lost in the tragedy of the star crossed lovers, so how the hell was I supposed to know that you needed the recognition for it and what did you expect me to say to make it better? I cannot lie to you, all I can say is "I don't think I love you but I think I want to" and that wouldn't have been enough for you so I kept my mouth shut, and I know that because of that I am not allowed to cry over your leaving but I feel like I've been lied to. The guilt that festered inside of my skull cavity, that tore at my arms and singed my throat, was all a result of something simulated. You never loved me, did you? You said the only time you said "I love you" and meant it was when she said it back to you.