Love is Power. 
The strongest power known to humankind, 
or at least
this member of the human race. 
It pulls at me, 
draws me, 
calls out, 
saying "Feel me!" 
It matters not that my love isn't shared.
Well, it does matter,
in a way.
It stops me from hurting myself,
too much.
But it still hurts, more than anything else.
But I deal with it.
I deal with it by 
trying to forget.
Or trying not to love.
But neither of those works.
The love goes on. 
And on. And on.
And it will go on,
forever, or so it seems.
It hurts!
But I don't consider stopping.
I can't.
That would hurt more.
Will it ever change?
Maybe. 
But I don't know when, or where,
or who.
I wish I did.
But I know that I can't know that:
That would be too easy, 
too perfect.
And life just isn't easy or perfect.
Not for me.
But hey, things can't get any worse, right?
Well...Probably not.
I mean, what could be worse than
being in love with someone who's
not in love with me?
What indeed?