Every time I think about it. I'm completely, inevitably, and absolutely infatuated with you. There's no way to escape the feeling, as much as I try to suppress it, the more it comes out when I don't want it too. I find myself thinking about you, looking at your pictures adoringly. I miss you, oh so much. Being with you was the highlight of my year, of the past two or three years. Sometimes I think I love you, but I know it cannot be true. I have not felt love, so how would I be able to label it now? But it's true, this is a large and incredible feeling I have for you, but it's all going to waste. Because you neither care nor know about it. Damn this infatuation, damn it.