Love. A simple four letter word that has such a huge meaning. Something you feel between that special someone and yourself. Some kind of feeling that words can’t explain. Well everyone eventually falls in love, right? His hair. His eyes. His nose. His smile. His chest. His arms. His hands. His laugh. His kiss. His touch. Him. He managed to make me fall head over heels in love with him. Every time I’m with him I get massive amounts of butterflies. Every time I look into his eyes the world just stops and I only see him. He’s my definition of a perfect guy. The only problem, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know that he’s the only guy I’ve cared for like this. He doesn’t know that he’s the only person that I think about from the second I wake up to the moment I fall asleep and if I get lucky, he’s in my dreams. He doesn’t know that I’m falling for him. I would do anything and everything for him. He’s the only one that can make me the happiest girl alive but yet the saddest. Do you know the feeling when your madly in love with someone and you know they don’t feel the same? Yeah it sucks. To look at him and have so many feelings for him then knowing he’ll probably never feel the same just hanging there, above your head, torturing you in every which way possible makes you wanna die. Nothing compares to that feeling. Nothing. Nothing can change his opinion. Nothing can change the way he feels towards me. Absolutely nothing. I just wish he wakes up one day thinking about me if he doesn’t already. I just wish he’d feel the same. I just wish he will soon realize my feelings for him. Maybe one day he’ll know. Maybe I’ll tell him the truth. Maybe one day ill finally say, “I love you.”