"It didn't matter how much I loved her. How better I loved her. For how long I loved her. Nothing of that mattered because she still chose him and not me, even when I opened my heart and offered it to her, still hoping, still being a fool. And even if I know it's futile, even if it makes no difference because she can't look at me... I still love her. Unconditionally. Devotedly. Hopefully. Strongly. Quietly. Distantly. My love for her is as constant as the beating of my heart, as my even breat