Dear you,
I'm going to write things down that shall remain unspoken, not just to you but to everyone. You will never read this thread, you will never see this message, but it'll help me somehow to write it down somewhere public (albeit anonymously). The thing is, I am pathetically in love with you. I always have been. I get so excited to see you that sometimes I dread it happening, because then I'll only have to say goodbye to you again. Saying goodbye to you is the absolute **worst**. The problem, of course, is that I know you absolutely cannot love me back even if there is some feeling there. It simply can never happen, no matter how hard I wish for it, no matter how sweet you are to me, because you've made your life choice and I need to respect that. But while my brain knows this, my heart certainly does not... and after four years of pining after you, I don't think my feelings are going to fizzle away anytime soon.
You are so very beautiful in every way possible, and you are so unaware of it. I have never met a kinder, gentler, more intelligent soul than you- and though I might not show it, I adore you even when you annoy me. But my head is so full of you that I can't even think of looking at another man, and I'm wasting time and getting older and you just remain as you are. I know, in my gut, that you feel something of what I do. Nobody looks at someone the way you look at me if they feel nothing... and if it didn't look so strange to everyone else, I'd stay with you in this blissfully silent friendship forever, because I think that would be enough for me. Alas, I'm going to have to try my hardest to find someone who can try and match up to you. Whatever happens, however this tricky situation ends, I will love you forever.
What a terrible shame it is that you can never be loved.
As ever.