Love is never mutual.

My thoughts always drifted to him. Never have I gone a night or a silent moment without the thought of his name on my lips. The way his smile would release a swarm of butterfly's though my veins and make me lightheaded, The jealousy I feel is worse than anything I've ever felt. To know that its not me he thinks of in these lonely hours. To know that it's not me he wants to lay beside at night and awake to in the morning next to. To know that its someone else. Someone better, older, prettier. For who am I but a miserable excuse for a human that tries to act as if she really has emotion. But in this mixed up reality, I am a lost soul, mindlessly drifting from feeling to feeling, without ever really getting a grip on the term sanity.