Have you ever liked someone, but you know that there is no absolute chance you'll be liked back? That's how I feel. I imagine the day I decide to open up to her and tell her my true feelings, but the feeling of rejection just makes me push it back till another time. I wonder if she even notices me. It's like I'm an illusion, not there when I really am. I feel alone, my last relationship was a lie. The one before that, I truly loved her, but we won't be the same. I'm trying to figure out why I even like her, it's just one of those feelings you can't explain. Maybe love isn't my thing, or maybe I'm just trying too hard. Maybe she's not the one. Is she even real? Am I even real? Are any of us real? I'm going to stop here, because it's a book but it's really not. Good-bye.
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The Open Book Of Feelings Thats Not Really A Book
RandomI was told I should write a book, so here. (It's not a book)
