Would you please describe what it's like to be loved by you? Every time I think about you, I enter my fantasy world and consider all the ways I could admire, pursue, and console you. Then, though, reality sets in.
A situation in which we would never be given preference, and I would never be able to think of you the way I do today. I don't know why my altruistic self loves you, but I'm happy with that.
I often ponder what would have transpired had my self-centered side loved you, as it would have desired to be with you at all costs. I wouldn't have experienced pain. I'm numb from my agony, and I adore it. I might grow to enjoy my folktales in the future.
I just want to see you smile and be happy. I can always count on your smile when you accomplish your goals and your eyes to light up with enthusiasm when you talk about what you are passionate about.
I'm only able to ask myself, "How do I fix things?" when you're downcast and scowling.
Here's a little secret: Is it love or just an obsession? But I wouldn't call it an obsession because my fantasies about us don't consume me. As long as "you being happy" was all I required, it wouldn't matter what I wanted.
I'm waiting for my "needs" and "wants" to align. I eagerly await that day. Either way, sooner or later.
I'm only capable of loving you from a distance. There was never a chance I would be with you. It was never an option to love me as I do. You certainly think highly of me, but I'm in love with you and don't want anything in return.
ANOTHER TIME.
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