There’s a girl I often think about, right before I go to sleep. She’s beautiful both in character and looks. Her mind is amazing and it’s becoming increasingly hard not to fall for her. I’m lucky enough to call her my friend although she doesn’t return the love I have for her in nearly the same way. Nobody can be perfect but her flaws are few and do not even slightly alter the way I feel. There is so much pain in knowing that she will never want me as I want her.