I sit and I think of how wonderful it would be to be with the one I love. Sadly our relationship is the definition of unrequited love. Hearts constantly revolve around my mind to the point where I am blind. I curse the friendship we share only because I will always want more. The beauty she shares with the world is seen not only by me; however I feel I will appreciate it and guard it the most. Every time she is next to me these thoughts come to me, as she believes we will only be friends. My irritation grows as she confides in me her male interests. I want to tell her all that my heart contains, but the sane part of my brain restricts it. I know nothing will ever come of it. Never