The hardest kind of involvement is to fall in love from one side.
it keeps draining your emotions and arousing your imaginations, drifting you away from reality to a place where you cannot return as smoothly as you came.
I am stuck. In this one side love where she doesn't see me. Where my songs of love are like a noisy TV to her. My roses are like advertisements. My love notes are like newspapers. My tears are like rain. My passionate heart-beats are like drums.
My love is just friendship to her.
Dear, I cannot blame you. I can only blame myself
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