Missing You

It's been months since I last saw you. Every day since then, I've been searching for you, hoping that I'll see you again. But today, like every other day, you were not there. I miss you so much, and I can't help but want you. But you don't know that I love you.

It's hard to describe what it feels like to love someone who doesn't know it. It's a mix of longing, sadness, and fear. Longing for their touch, their presence, and their love. Sadness because you can't be with them, and fear of losing them altogether.

I still remember the first time I saw you. It was like something inside me shifted, and I knew that you were different from anyone else I had ever met. You had this aura of kindness and warmth that drew me to you like a moth to a flame.

We started talking, and soon, we became friends. But for me, it was more than just friendship. I started falling for you, and every time I saw you, my heart would skip a beat. But I didn't tell you how I felt. I was afraid that if I did, it would ruin our friendship, and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you altogether.

And now, here we are- days, months, years later and I still haven't told you. I don't know if you've noticed how I feel, or if you feel the same way. Maybe you do, and you're just waiting for me to make the first move. Or maybe you don't, and I'm just another person in your life. Some days I wish I would know, other days I feel like it should just stay like this.

Either way, I miss you so much. I miss the sound of your voice, the way you laugh, and the way you make me feel. Sometimes I'll catch myself daydreaming about what it would be like to be with you, to hold your hand and kiss you. But those dreams are quickly shattered by the reality that you don't know how I feel.

It's hard to move on from someone you love, especially when they don't know it. Every time I try to forget about you, my heart just won't let me. It's like it's holding on to the hope that someday, you'll realize how much I care for you.

But maybe I'm just being foolish. Maybe I should accept the fact that you don't feel the same way, and move on. It's just that, when I think about being with someone else, it feels like a betrayal. How can I love someone else when my heart already belongs to you? How can I devote myself to someone else when I want to devote my entire soul only to you?

I know that I can't force you to love me, and I wouldn't want to. Love should be given freely, without any expectations or demands. But it's hard not to want you, not to miss you, not to dream of a future with you.

I want to see you. Everyday. How is it fair to miss you when you don't know or understand? Is this what my life is to be? Should I open up and confess? No, no I should not. I should not disrupt our lives.

So, I'll keep looking for you, even if you're not there. I'll keep missing you, even if you don't know it. And maybe someday, you'll see me in a different light, and we can be together. But until then, I'll keep loving you from afar, and hope that someday, you'll know how much I care for you.