thouhts consumed
I think about it all day, even when I'm trying not to. I think about her. I think about the things I need to say, and the things I've already said. How does one express Love? I've loved before, but somehow this is different. This feeling is wholly unlike anything I've felt before, and I don't understand it. It is simultaneously wonderful and terrible, made all the more terrible because I know the feeling isn't reciprocated. But I don't care. My other friends tell me I should move on, and they're right. If I were in their position I'd be saying the same thing. But I don't want to. I can't anyway. To be with her would make me happier than I can ever remember being. And if I can't be with her I don't want to be with anyone else. When I picture myself with her my mood lifts beyond anything I can describe. But then I come back to Earth because I know it isn't true. And if I try to picture myself with anyone else it just seems strange and wrong. *Sigh.