Diary?

Lou.,

Lou is the name you gave me when we first started to talk. Lou is what I got accustomed to. But Lou is me and me is I. You is you and you is Andrew. Yes, i do like you. Yes, it's a pain knowing you don't feel the same way. I know that I'm not what you look for and what sucks is that you are what I look for. If you decide to leave and I lose you it's a risk I'm willing to take since I need to get this off my chest. You, you keep running in my mind non stop like a fish who never stops swimming since fish are always in constant motion. I hate the fact that I started to feel this way knowing that you could turn into a stranger who knows too much. But whatever the outcome this is the last time I write to you lover boy. You are no longer a thing in my diary? I am confident in where I am and if you can't see that then I have nothing to lose since I'm happy with who I am and I don't need anyone to tell me otherwise. So goodbye lover boy. If it goes downhill you'll just stay to being a story in texts or my notes. The story of someone who thought she fell for the right person but he was in love with another. Don't get me wrong. Every time I would offer to help you get her info I did it genuinely with my feelings aside because from what I learned is to always wish well to the people you love even tho they don't replicate it back. It would hurt hearing about her but I didn't care because you were gonna be happy and that's all that matters to me. Your happiness. Even though that means it's not with me. Thanks to the sleepless nights and fears of losing you.
Love,
A girl who is crazy about you but you're not crazy about her...