I dreamed about her all last night. We were lounging around, like we do, and then one time, we kissed.
I am not in love with her, but maybe I am.
She loves me so much, but I know she is not in love with me.
I am dating a wonderful boy but I love her more.
These feelings blow.
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Hey
I don't really have any useful words. I know sympathy isn't helpful without something to substantiate it, but it's there nonetheless.