It just hurts, I guess.
That I could fall in love with someone and have them not feel the same.
Eventually, I'll learn to get over you. Move on, and find feelings for someone else.
But as for now, I guess I'll suffer in silence; telling everyone I'm ok even though the amount of times you're on my mind is incredibly high,
and every time I think about you I get butterflies,
and I'll continue to dream of opening up to you under the stars, telling you everything.
It just won't happen.
Life has gone to absolute shit