Isn't really that bad.

Love is simply an exageration of one person compared to everyone else--that is according to George Bernard Shaw...
You know, I would've believed that when I was young, I mean younger. To me, love is just a useless crap thrown at people to make them believe that there is someone in this world for them, I know, kind of pessimistic--but still, people still love love, people still want it no matter how much they got hurt by it, they still long for it.

People I've known since I was a kid all search for love. They've gone from crushes, to finally finding their "soulmates" and to getting their hearts broken. But, they still search for more, and that was what made me wonder.
I have never been in love, not really, I have crushes but none farther than that. I have never felt what they felt, but that does not worry me it just makes me wonder even more. They would talk really fast, and chirpy, and happy and I would just stay there in the corner and smile.
Well, that was before I met him.
He was just like every other guy there is, except he was him. He can be happy, he can be sad, he can be angry- but that seldom happened-, but he can never be mine. I never told him that I liked him, but he still found out. He didn't get angry, nor act strange, he would just smile at me. He would hold my hand at times, put his hand over my shoulder, and even hugged me, now I know why people longed for love, I now knew because I was in love, me.

People want love because they think they need it, I want it simply because I want it. And the reason why people love love is because it is the only thing that is close to magic. You see it in the movies and you feel amazed that you have it. I did.

I know that you are reading this right now, if not, then you should because I have written all this for you. I can never force you to love me; even if I could I still wouldn't. I guess, I still have to live my life with or without you. Taking away ones life because of loves irony is the easy and wrong way out. You never know, maybe I'll be able to move on? maybe...But for now I will live with the thought, the memory of me loving you while you never loved me at all, but still- I will live.