I run into you and so we talk, but I feel that dreaded feeling again. The feeling that this could be much more than it is. But, I know deep down, it shall stay where it is. She holds your heart as she wispily twirls its strings between her fingers. And you love her. We may be so young, but you love her. You announce it over and over, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. When I see you together, I cannot deny, a pang of despair and longing gut me. Like toxic venom, it seeps through my veins, looking for the deadly path to my core. Coursing through my blood, the toxic feeling finds my heart. Jealousy explodes within, but only within. Never shall I tell him how I truly feel. How much I truly like him. How much I love him. She finds you and pulls you to a bench nearby, your backs to me. Then, I feel my face get damp. I wipe at the salty droplets, trying to control myself. If you came back and talked to me now, I would not be able to control this. This yearning. This need. A need to be with you. To feel your arms slip around me and pull me close. In these arms, I would crumble like never before. My walls would crash down into rubble, and you would walk through the crushed walls and save me from the depths of the dark. But I must stop. It is no good for me to think of this. To daydream of this. The hope for the impossible to happen. That maybe, one day, you would come to me. Saving me from the darkness, from the despair, from the longing. I need you, more than you humanly could ever think. You sit and talk to her in front of me, oblivious to what you are doing to me. With your back to me, you grab her hand gingerly. The pang in my gut stabs deeper than before, and I fall to me knees. I look up and you caress her face so gently. The pang moves up, closer, deadlier than before. I wail out in pain, but you take no notice. I reach out for you to save me, but I am invisible. Your tilt her head up and kiss her lips, as the last pang hits my heart, and ends me. Ending this. If there even was a this. I shall see you later. Then, just maybe then, you can be mine.