I sit for hours beside the faint and eerie glow of the computer's screen, all the while, silent tears are running down my cheeks and splattering my desk.
Would you like to know why?
I've always been a skeptic about love, and I've never believed that it was more than a reaction within the brain involving dopamine.
Who knew that Dopamine felt so good.
And now, all I want to do is hold you in my arms. I just want that.
And I don't know if the feeling is mutual. I wistfully hope it is.
But, I'll not ever know, because you're 3,000 miles away.
And, in my selfishness, I hate you for that.
Actually, I hate myself.
I hate myself for falling in unrequitted, unintentional love with you, A d a m.
Always, Diamond Bollocks Girl.