I love you and it kills me inside knowing that you don't feel the same. I wish I could say that I'm okay with you loving her and not me, but that would be a lie. I want you to be happy but I selfishly wish that I could be that happiness.
She talks about you all the time, and it kills me inside to know that you love her and not me. I can feel the pain in my chest twisting around in agony, screaming for you to love me like I love you. She doesn't realize that I love you and I don't want to tell her in fear that it will hurt the both of you. She doesn't notice that every time she mentions you I look away in pain holding back tears.
