“You perplex me. You leave me speechless, like nobody ever did. I have never felt so at loss for words, so tongue-tied. I cannot fathom how or why. You are the most complex person I have ever stumbled upon in this lifetime. How is it possible that you leave me inspired & uninspired all at once? It’s the irony of your being. It’s you. The way you are that I find myself so attached, bound by every word, every action. This is a first. But you wouldn’t know, would you? Because you never took time to see. I want to judge you, I want to blame you. I want to fill you with regret, I want to give you sleepless nights, & restless days. I want you to feel everything I ever felt. Every mistake, every nagging thought. You made me believe in something I never knew was possible. Yet, you broke me. You turned me into this careless, cynical person. Surrounded by beauty, but turning a blind eye to it all. I could have been your best friend. I would have kept all your secrets, listened to all your songs. You were great in my eyes. You turn to dust slowly because of the anguish you left me. I dealt with it all alone. Imagine the struggle, the emotions you triggered.”

“You couldn’t brave the storm. You cowered, before the moment revealed itself. You know deep down you saw it. You must have felt it. You must have known. Yet, you chose to build up walls so high, so impossible to climb & knock down. You were ‘here today, gone tomorrow’, you were a falling star.”

“I was foolish. However, I was hopeful. How many people around you really & truly have faith in you? I was one of them. I didn’t see you the way everybody did. I saw you, I really saw you. I appreciated you. I wanted to learn more from you. I secretly watched your every move, in hope that it would add to the extent of how much I knew you. Or how little. I didn’t think you’d go on & leave this mess behind. I was a journal filled with words. Countless words, limitless thoughts. I knew you were worth every song I struggled to write, every poem I tried to finish.”

“Sometimes I would feel like crying. Crying out of confusion, out of sadness. Then there were times I’d feel spiteful. I wanted to rub it in your face that you didn’t matter. I was quite good at pretending, you see. I wanted to walk around showing you how little you meant to me, how you barely affected me. But it backfired every time I tried. I would always, always get a knot in my stomach, at the mere sight of you so unaffected & unscathed.”

“You were such an expert at making me feel like I didn’t amount to much. Perhaps that was never your intention, but somehow, that was how it was. You perfected every move that ever struck me down. I made such a perfect victim - I played the part so flawlessly.”

“Why do people allow themselves the torture of unrequited love?”