Wednesday, 22 November 2017
Open Reflections On The Reoccurring Illness I Have Suffered From And Have Self-Diagnosed To Be Unrequited Love
If you knew the percentage of my mind's activity that you take up, if you could actually watch my dreams and see my thoughts, I dare say this aching, this longing would probably still all be for nought. I know no matter the strength, the depth of my feelings, they alone aren't enough to make me appealing. And in all honesty what would make me appealing? A woman as beautiful as you won't find it hard to catch a man with feelings. And who am I to try and convince you mine carry a little more meaning? You're climbing and I already appear to have hit the ceiling. Pleading ain't got nothing on succeeding. Leaving is so much more endearing than needing.