That's what I thought at first....but it all changed. Tired of being jealous. Tired of the anxiety. Tired of the stress. Hmph. We're not even dating. It's always been like this with anyone I tend to crush on. It's always one-sided. Love to be, or not to be. Questions with one answer. The need of want and desire, all in one bundle. A deathly price to pay. How to speak up and take a chance to know his answer. Not as easy as it looks for all s'. The build up of not spesking, telling, or even being able to communicate directly kills part of my being. I used to want to hold him dearly and make him mine. All that changes when he's with another. Giving his significant other his sweet, tender smile. Holding hands. Embracing the other. But, it's not me. Besides the occasional stare from afar and not touch. Has worsen it's self. Now, it's a stare, not touch, or even attempt. All that admiration....for nothing. All that obssesion, gone in an instant. And all for what? A crush?