When he walks past I get this tight, twisting feeling in my chest and I can’t help but stare at him.

Time seems to slow down and everything disappears into the background except him and I notice his every move.

Whether it’s a slight flick of his hair or him quietly laughing at some joke I didn’t get to hear.

I watch him go past and wish he would turn to look at me…

But he doesn’t – disappointing really.

This is what you called a one-sided love.