You? The words felt like they cut deep like a knife into the flesh. I felt foolish thinking that the feeling would be shared. I can't explain how I feel or why I feel but I just know that I need you. You, who is there for me Who listens to me Who supports me Who understands me. I realize the you I need is not the you that you are, and yet I cling to the hope that she is in there begging to be seen. To be heard. By me. Is all my hope I. Vain? Maybe, but I can't shake it. My friends may call me crazy for thinking this, I think it myself at times. But it's the hope that maybe this unrequited love isn't so futile that keeps me going.
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