I love you. I dream of being with you, and I'd sacrifice my soul for your well-being. Unfortunately you don't feel the same way. Every conversation we had I felt like I was getting closer to you, but you thought of it differently. I'm an illusionist of my own emotions. I'm sick of it. I can't bare it anymore. I've been hurt multiple times before but it has never been this deep. As much as I want to be immersed in your life, I have to stand behind and watch you, with a pleasant smile and a Hi. I feel rejected, wounded and in pain all the time, and the feeling is unbearable. So this is Good-bye.