I can’t even try to love another woman while my heart is truly in love with you. I know you’ll never see the best in me no matter how hard you look, but that’s ok. I know you’d never believe me if I told you I’m in love with you anyway. Simply because I am in love with you for no other reason that I am in love with you, if that makes any sense. It’s not that simple though is it, no it never is. I often wonder is it wrong for me to even feel this way about you as I try to doubt it myself, but than I’d be in denial. I don’t bother with you so as not to wig you out. So no worries I’m not the stalking type. I would never ever harm you. I would kill to protect you and die doing so and be happy. Love is a funny thing and can make people do stupid things, I can’t and will not let that happen with me. I keep my distance saying very little. I don’t need you to think of me any worse than you do. You would think I was crazy for telling you I’m in love with you in the first place. I know my love for you doesn’t stand a chance nor would you accept my love for you. The next best thing to look forward to other than being in love with you now is my death. None of this will matter then. One way or the other, I just want it to end.
(JR’s concerned comment: I hope this dude is getting therapy. Fast.)