Unseen Heart

Love sucks.

It’s an emotion that can cripple you—make you weak—something that pisses me the hell off each time I see the object of my desires.

It was never my intention to fall in love, but I did, and most of all with her.

She takes over my every waking moment and dominates my free will.

A woman whose world revolves around a man that will never see her as more than his best friend.

We are reliving the same story, yet this time, with a different protagonist.

You meet and fall into lust.

Play that dangerous game of cat and mouse that make the spoils of victory worth it. You chase and she, the coquettish viper, enthralls you with her every smile. With the sway of her enticing hips while she stupidly follows the impossible: he will never be hers.

I hate her.

I love her.

Fuck you, Ashley.