As I sit here
Thinking of you...

I worry,
I cry,
I blush,
and I just want to say
that I have a massive crush.

Feelings are mutual,
but from miles away.

What do I do
When all we do is
Connect with words
All night and day?

These feelings are foreign
For no one has ever loved me.

Unrequited love
Was my past.

Now you
are my present.