"I love him more than anything. Everything about him makes me smile and wish that he would look my way" She sighed and hugged her knees closer to her chest.
"Then why dont you?"
"Because he doesn't know me. Or like me. Or want me. The first time i saw him i knew i would love him, but this type of love? It hurts. It hurts and I want to cry and punch him for makimg me feel this way... but i can't."
"..."
"The first time i saw him smile, the first time i heard him laugh, the first time i saw him standing next to me, waiting for the bus. All of those times were when my heart felt full and i felt love in what feels like years.
I need him, but he doesn't need me."