I love you more than you will ever know, and your name is a scar on my heart that wasn't meant to be. As I think of all the things that I would like to say, it becomes apparent that although I love you, you don't love me. The truth comes out a little at a time and then all at once. With each tear your name is seared darker onto my heart. The nostalgia I feel as I reflect on the good times we had is enough to make anyone wish to see your face one last time. You inadvertently chip away at my soul until all I have left are my memories. You leave me with unsaid farewells and disappointing last impressions. Yet still, I hold on. I have put my last hope into you and I pray that I will not be let down. I have exhausted all my efforts as I watch for a sign that will pave the way as I await your arrival on this desolate road. People say that by my youth I have no idea what love is, but they are wrong. I do know what love is because I see it every day. I see it in the unknowing glances toward blind eyes and in the corners of a mouth that turn upwards ever so slightly at the mention of a name. I see it in the brightness of eyes that shine like the dawning of a new day; mesmerized by the idea of life and love and everything that comes with it. I know that I love you because I negate each of your flaws and look at the beauty that encompasses you. I find myself thinking of you throughout the day. I hear a number or a phrase and I am reminded of you. I can see my love grow for you through all the time and space that has come between us, and I know that despite my greatest efforts you do not feel the same. I must constantly remind myself that good things come to those who wait and if it was meant to be it will be, but I am tired of waiting. I wish you knew how much I loved you. I wish you understood how much I cared, but you don't. I get that, and it's okay because maybe someday you will. Maybe someday you will know what you missed out on and you will understand the way I feel. Someday is not today no matter how many times I wish it was. Someday, today will be a distant memory. It will be long gone and forgotten. Someday, my today will be your tomorrow and we will have a mutual understanding and respect for each other. Someday, I hope that you will love me the way I have loved you.
