Ashlee Valentin

I loved you despite knowing that we would be nothing but another love story about unrequited feelings.

I firmly believe that we only ever fall in love once.

You were perfect in the way you made me feel special without trying too hard, and maybe that was part of it: loving each other was simple.

I wish that someone had warned me that sometimes love hurts more than it's worth.

Having you and being loved by you would imply that I could also lose you. I don't want to know what that would feel like, because I know that your absence would come with a lot of pain. 

You love the girl with long brown hair and a beautiful laugh that could stop every man in his tracks, and I can't compete with her.

Loving someone is giving bits and pieces of your heart to someone who may not appreciate the gesture or care enough to replace those pieces with pieces of their own.