Loving someone so much that you turn a blind eye to the fact that he/she can’t do the same.
Exhausted frustration of courting someone every single day with the knowledge that it cannot work out. Getting signs here and there but you cannot determine whether it’s a warning for a dead end or a motivational pill; either way, you ignore it. The assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. Trusting in something you cannot explicitly prove. A feeling not returned.
Having the behavior that shows a lack of good sense and judgement. Possessing the epitome deportment of the top-notch quality of being stupid; yet, you disregard. Bombarded with voices that complain, disdain of you being hard. Befalling instances that shout JUST QUIT ALREADY; yet, you continue. You stop for their faint of eye, resume afterward.
Loving something so much that you turn a blind eye to the fact that it can’t do the same.
The unrequited sanity, leaving you high and dry.
And yes, this is not a letter about love.