Stop

STOP

Stop. I keep telling myself to stop thinking. To stop thinking about you. To stop thinking about the pain you cause. The aching pain that pierces my heart.

Of course you wouldn't realize. You would never. Because I am no one to you. This one-sided love is a heavy burden, but also a delightful pleasure. I couldn't just let it go. I couldn't. Because then I would feel joy no more.

Is there any chance you would respond to my feelings? A teeny tiny chance? Perhaps not. It only happens in a fiction, a fairy tale. A happy ending that will never happen in this cruel, cruel world.

Oh, I should really stop. But I couldn't. The person who will ever be able to tell me to stop is you. Tell me. Tell me to stop. Stop.