There is some one I love but he does not love me. I just wish he knew how I felt for him.  We met one or twice and we are now just friends but we are both incurable romantics and are poets as well.
We both believe we come from a different time and era. We believe the same way about our passion in writing.
He hurt me three times and the last time hurt me bad. I forgave him for that and the love is still there.
He calls me his angel, his best friend, and he values my opinion when he writes his poetry and short stories.  He is cute but vain, and he knows i very well. I just wish he felt the same way for me as well.
We are 12 years of age apart and he means the world to me but he does not feel the same way for me.
He lives with his mother and father you see and until he moves out he will never have a girl friend you see.
He works as a hospital transporter as work, and I am happy he is happy that he is able to work.
I encourage him to write because he has promise you see and I am his angel as I was meant to me.
He is the one I really love but it is not meant to be.