As you did, I do.

I never meant for it to happen.

Neither did I.

One day I just noticed that my ticker tocked a little too quickly, when that someone would come by.

I noticed it too,
that calling.

I felt myself slipping, slipping...
Falling.

But, like me, your mind assured you it was impossible.

And, like you, I took its conclusion as gospel.

I would do what you did, you know?

What?

Walk away from the impossibility of a relationship, without so much as one word.
I would.

But every time I tried,
my feet wouldn't let me move.

Did it hurt all over, with kinds of pain you didn't know existed?

Yes.

In places you didn't even know you had?

Yes.

Hurt you in ways you didn't even know you could be hurt?

Mhm.

Did you feel that gaping, bleeding person-shaped hole in your heart?

Please, please don't start.

Did it make you cry?

...Yes.

In the loneliness of dark nights?

Yes.

Was it agonizing?

Yes, okay?
Utterly so.
Haven't you asked enough?

And the only time the pain would ease was in the presence of your torturous, impossible love?

Yes.

Bringer of your tears, yet soother of your sorrows.

This love has caused me to beg for no more life.
Yet yearn- if only by love's side- for infinite tomorrows.

Yes, I fell in love.

I did too.

I still am.

I am too.

It still hurts.

And as you feel,
I feel too.

I wish I was what my hopeless love wanted.

I wish I was that too.

I hate that I love him.

And I hate that I love you.