My Confession

I am a foolish person. I have to confess that I do have affections for you. What exactly are they? I cannot say. They will never be fully discovered, as we will never be able to pursue them. This creates a sadness inside of me that echoes with unmistakable definiteness. Why must I be haunted? Why must they continually whisper in my mind? I wish I could push them from my being, but I am powerless to them. I know you don’t feel the same and never could. Is it possible, is there a chance that you ever think of me? Is it conceivable, is fate on my side? Do you ever miss me? I sigh at the impossible possibilities. I laugh out loud at my senselessness as I shake my head at my unfortunate soul. There is no way to speak of what I feel, nor do I wish too. I must confess that I am at a loss for words to describe the chaos that is brewing amongst my emotions. You could never understand, since you could never feel the same. So I will file all this away with all the other uncharted aspirations, unexplored possibilities and feelings. I complain constantly, how no one is ever a bold romantic or a risk taker. When I am exactly the same! I can’t but feel the coward in this. With time, all will fade and forever be lost. I will say goodbye and be happy that you will never know the truth, for this will be the only thing I am grateful for.