I want to cry. I want to run around. I want to break things. I want to scream. To do these things would be a relief. It woould be a relief from the frustration I feel around you. A relief from the invisibility when ever you’re around. How is it that everyone else can see it but you? How is it that no matter how many hints are dropped or how obvious I make it you still won’t realize I love you? Because that’s what it is, I love you. I don’t know why, so don’t ask. Don’t ask why you’re the only thing I think about. Don’t ask why I dream of you at night. There’s just no explaining it. But you know what? Its fine if you don’t understand. You never do and that doesn’t stop me from loving you.