I recited this poem by Lorca to a girl that I am hopelessly in love with.
I can’t listen to you. I can’t listen to your voice. It’s as though I’ve dranken a bottle of wine and fallen asleep wrapped in a quilt of roses. It pulls me along and I know I’m drowning but I go on down.
She is the most wonderous and beautiful thing that has ever remotely paid attention to me. It's heartbreaking that she does not share my feelings. I burn for her like a thousand suns and probably always will. She told me that she hopes I find someone that wants my affection and attention, but I don't want anyone else just her. It's like a truck sitting on my chest. I don't bother her anymore as it must be flattering but exhausting to be pursued by someone so enamored with you if you don't feel the same way.
