What's more painful?
the person you love unconditionally,
but they may never feel the same.
OR
the person who unconditionally loves you,
but you may never feel the same.
Those butterflies you feel in your stomach comes from me, but you fail to realize it because you're selfish.
You deny that you want me, but I know that you do.
You smile the pain away, but I see right through it.
You're broken, but you refuse to show it.
Why?
Because you, my love, are selfish.