Dear Nobody™,

I love you. I'll start with that. I love you so much that I would sacrifice every drop of my blood, every gasp of air, just to see your smile, to have you be happy with me, for you to just fucking like me. When I first liked you, you rejected her saying 'I'm straight'. I took those words like an arrow to the heart. I didn't lose feelings then, I just ignored them and told myself I was fine. But when you let me cry on your shoulder, when you let me be clingy towards you? I can't deny it, I love you. Then I told you I did, then quickly said platonically, and you said "I know. I love you too." Truly sealed the deal. We got left alone recently. We talked about nothing and everything at the same time. You were the one to bring up pride parades. It's like you're the ringmaster in my heart, which is a circus, but you don't even know and end up pulling the strings to make me start pining, to start crying, to start loving you more than a friend. I just want you to love me. Is that too much? But no, you like a guy from your trailer who you've known since forever and text everyday, and I'm just the clingy agender who denies any attachment towards you, but really has loved you from afar for almost 3 years. If I ever die, on my own terms or someone else's, I wish you the most. I wish you loved me too, even though you never will.