Sometimes I think it's strange how the heart can hold onto something even when the mind knows it's pointless. I never asked for these feelings this aching affection that quietly grew each passing day when I saw you. People say love can be a gift but sometimes it feels like a burden to actually love someone or like that person. It's like a silent ache that refuses to fade. I watch from afar wishing I could rewrite the chapters of my life of my own heart, wishing I could change how I feel or that somehow they'd see me the way I see them. But love isn't always fair. Sometimes it's just about holding on to something that wasn't meant to be ours and just hoping that someday somehow the ache will reduce or that I'll find the strength to let go