of heart matters

I hate to admit it, but I still think of you.
You've broken me so much so that all I do when I'm at home is curl into my cave to avoid seeing you.

But by the end of the night, I fight back the tears and secretly wish that a miracle would happen and you'd see that I actually feel something for you.


This isn't love, but nonetheless, it's a very strong feeling.

I hate that you have this effect on me, but I hate myself more for being vulnerable and caving in to my very strong emotions. UGH.