Things That Went Unsaid

Chemistry🔬

Dear Hot-stuff, I think I lo- really really like you. I am infatuated with you. Like a lot. And it's honestly kinda scary. There's times when I'll see you in the hallway, walking hand-in-hand, with her. And I can't help but think we'll never be anything more than strangers, not acquaintances, not colleagues, not friends, just strangers. Strangers who pass by each other everyday, with nothing more than a glance towards each other, never quite acknowledging the other one. But I want more! The thought of always being apart from you hurts. The fact that I'll never be anything more than that one chick in your chemistry class hurts. While it does comfort me to see you happy, with whoever it may be that's making you happy, I can't help the dull ache in my heart that wishes it was me by your side, being the cause for your happiness, joy, laughter, and all sorts of emotions, but I'm not. I'm just the girl from your chemistry class, always have been, always will be. No matter how much I wish and crave and want and desire and yearn, it will never be enough. I will never be more than another unimportant speck of dust in a vast, unimportant wasteland. And I've learned to deal with that, learned to just blend in with the crowd, accepted my place as just one of them, nothing more, something less. But I wa-, I need more. I need to know how you feel about me, if you've ever even acknowledged me as more than a lab partner, maybe even a friend. I realise I'll never know how you feel about me, and you'll never know how I feel about you, and I've learned to live with that, at least I will, at some point...