I wanted to love you. I dreamt of it. Holding your hand whenever I felt like it. A kiss every now and then because your were mine. Things of that nature.
This isn’t the first time I’ve proclaimed that I’m done and over this unrequited love but this is the first I’m writing about it.
I’ve held you so far above ground that I couldn’t get to you even if I tried. I see it, and have for a while, seen how comfortable you are with me in limbo.
Is it possible that you haven’t thought twice about this and I’ve been in this web alone? The more I think about it, I see how true it is. I took the necessary steps towards you. You had no doubt of my intentions. (I think I would hate you if you did.) You understand, right? I don’t want to hope anymore. I give up..