Platonic love

This is just a small "book", If I may say so. It's just a painful truth, written in short sentences, small chapters, but they mean the world to some. They say it's not about the quantity, but about the meaning. If you agree, this will touch your heart, yet, it never touched the heart of somebody for whom this was written for. For whom all the tears were shred, and for whom the heart is breaking, slowly, painfully, teasingly...Anyway, It's called platonic love for a reason, so I was never meant to touch his heart either way. He never touched mine either, and that's why It's breaking, desparate for just a touch, just a slight brushing of his finger, to fully heal, only to be broken again. This "book", it's not something you will smile at, laugh with, or cry for. This "book", it will leave you empty, or maybe it was only me. But, who cares now. It is just platonic love, nothing more.