I was too young to know that I had actually fallen in love with you. It was always the little things that put me in a constant cycle of desperate hope, heartbreak, and self loathe. What my unrequited love for you made me realize was that I would never be enough. Even so, I truly loved you through and through. I remember the words I told a close friend at the beginning of my hopeless romance, “He means the world to me.” You really did, but I was just a speck to you. Meant to be forgotten. I loved you in an amount you could never guess. I loved you and you were never mine.