From a distance, I watch you look at her like she's the only one you see. I watch you care for her and laugh with her. I watch you tell her how much you love her. I watch you while deep inside I am breaking. I love you but you will never feel the same way because your heart is already owned by someone. Someone who will never be me.
Why am I doing this to myself? Why am I torturing my own heart? Maybe I'm doing this because I'm hoping that by hurting myself, in seeing the two of you, my heart will be able to wake up from my unrequitted, one-sided love for you. Maybe in that way I may break the spell casted in me to love you undyingly. Maybe in that way I can pull off the cupid's arrow in my heart. And maybe in that way my heart will get tired by its own. I will finally open my eyes to the harsh reality that you'll never love me and wake up from a bad daydream of my indelible love for you. I need to stop loving you because, in doing so, I can save myself from falling apart.