God, I love him. I love him so much it physically burns me and I have to tell someone all the things I feel because everywhere else it's stupid and cringy. I doubt he even cares for me. He doesn't like me. But every time I see him, my heart jumps to my throat, and my stomach does backflips, and my eyes soften, and I smile involuntarily. It's like he's a wizard, which I'm half sure is true, because why is he taking up every hour of my day? Why do I think of him constantly? Why do I strive to do better for him, daily? To study harder, to get that job, to be that person. And I never fully feel like I'm enough for him. The hardest part, though, is how my entire mood is RUINED by this man. Whenever he gets close and talks to a sweet, kind girl, I don't get jealous. I get depressed. Overwhelmingly sad, like I'm drowning in an ocean of love, but none of it will ever reach him. I love him, but I also want the best for him. I just wonder...could I be what's best? Could I be his person? Please.