You ask me how I can
possibly love
someone who doesn't
love me back.

I ask myself how I
managed to fall for
someone who may never
ever love me back.

How is it possible
for anyone to love
anyone else, without receiving
all of that love
in return?

But I think that that
is exactly the point.
That it doesn't matter,
it will never matter,
if they love you as much back.

Even when it's hopeless,
when you're trapped in

your own mind
like a prison full of thoughts
that you're forced to contain.

Even then, you don't stop loving.
And maybe you're being stupid,
but the only reason you don't stop,

even though it's what you so desperately crave,

is because you don't know how.

You give
and you give.
Until you can't remember

how to take anything

for yourself.

It sounds like torture.
It's the scariest feeling you've ever felt.
But it's all worth it,
every horrible moment,
because of the way they make you feel.

Love, even when it isn't reciprocated,
is the best worst emotion.

It's deep, and real, and always there

to remind you how much life

would suck without it.

Love is something to live for,

and something to give for.
Something we all strive for,
something we'd die for.
Loving is living.

Love isn't perfect,
but neither are we.
We need it to make us feel,
to make us real.
We need love to keep us on course.

That course of our lives,
one we tread
every single day,
we need love to keep us
moving forward along it.

When every attempt at happiness
is flushed down the drain,
it's there to pick up the pieces,
to dust off our aching shoulders,
and to send us on our way.

It's a peaceful slumber
and a rude awakening.
It's light and dark, yin and yang.
Everything you need,
and something you never asked for.

Love is knowing that,
no matter what,
that one person comes before you.
That one person steals your breath

and only they can give it back.

Love is truly
the greatest game
of give and take.
You win some,
you lose some.

But no matter the struggle,
no matter the pain.
A life without love
isn't a life
worth living.