Describes a lot about my love story. 5 years loving him & still he knows nothing about my feeling. I love him, he loves her & happily married 🙂
I love him & simply he doesn’t love me in return.
Everything that destroys me make me feel alive, maybe that’s why I love him. Though it might sound pathetic but I love myself who loves him. I’m being grateful for having this feeling.
As long as I can see him some times.. I (try to) think that’s enough for me.