Despair

I'm madly in love with someone who no longer exists.

She isn't the same person who I fell for. She's changed, but only around me.

I can only see her as she used to be from a distance.

That's evidence enough that she can still be the person she was.

I keep holding on to the past her. I keep hoping I can bring out her old traits, even when with me.

It's not happening, and I am wilting. Yet I linger over her, and nurture my heart with my memories.

This is going nowhere, yet neither is my love for her.

7

[Unrequited] Love is when you delete their number of your phone but write it on a little slip of paper and hide it just in case.

6

Love is when...

5

Love [and boredom] is when you make her name out of the last pieces of spaghetti at the bottom of your bowl.

4b

Love is when you try to make her name in Scrabble every game because it makes you smile inside.

4a

Love is when you see her name whenever half of the letters are in the right place.

4

Love is when you see her name whenever the first three letters of a word matches.