I don't want to go into the details of why this situation sucked initially because it's highly embarrassing and some day, I'd like to forget it. However, this situation still does suck and for a different reason. There's a boy that I love. The only boy I've ever truly loved. I know this because he's the only one I've ever "pined" for and didn't just "miss" or "want". He's the only one that's ever come close to meeting ideals I ever put forth for potential long-term guys. He's perfect to me. From his jet black hair to his little feet. I love him. Simply and purely.
I know, now, what it's like to love some one that you simply can't have. To be the guy in movies, standing outside in the rain with the bouquet of roses that seem like they've already started to wilt upon seeing the girl he loves with someone else. I wish I could be over him, but only so that I wouldn't have the feeling of missing something, but at the same time, I never want to *not* think of him.
"Mere jaise honge laakhon; koi bhi tujh saa nahi." There will be thousands like me; like you, there will be no other.
