I love her. She is the most woderful woman I have ever been blessed to lay eyes upon. She doesn't even think she's beautiful. She's so modest about her looks. She is the prettiest thing on this entire planet. There is no woman that can compare to her. I love her. It burns inside me like an inferno that consumes everything and melts steel. She doesn't love me back. I can't make her feel something she doesn't so I stopped pursuing her. It's just a crush, yes, but it's real. There is a reason it's called a crush. It feels like I have a truck sitting on my chest. Butterflies in my stomach? No, it's like an entire zoo roaming around at feeding time in there. She won't burn with me, so I burn alone for her. I'm obsessed and it will not go away. I feel so broken and lost. My heart is dead.