#TheUnrequitedLove

One lonely night,
My fingers moved of their own accord.
I typed your name into the search engine,
something I had successfully stopped
for months, because I knew deep down
it wasn’t healthy anymore.

But there was something about that night.
It was cold, seemed lonelier than before,
if that's even possible,
considering how I'd been feeling
all this time.

It was wrong, yet it felt like
the most natural thing to do.
It felt like I had missed you
more than I could ever admit to myself.

Let’s just say I wanted
the feeling to linger
longer than it should.

And if there's one thing that still rings true,
I still think of you,
and I still care for you.

It’s been a long time since I last saw you.
You looked well, appeared unfazed,
unbothered,...