Unrequited

I haven't fallen in love with you, but I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I could. You're the most exciting woman I've ever met. I would be happy for the first time in my miserable life if the feeling was mutual. You're beautiful and sexy with a dirty, twisted mind. You're a sunspot in my overcast life. I feel depressed because we had a great connection but now you've become distant. It seemed to coincide with the time I sent those photos of myself. Maybe you think I'm ugly. No surprise there; that's how most women feel about me. I miss you when you're not around. I even feel neglected. We have the same f*****-up interests and I love that I can be myself with you, my TRUE self. Now my true self is depressed and lonely, as usual. I guess I'm going to die alone.