Why?

I thought she could’ve been the one, I started getting all sorts of crazy thoughts about her. I knew this was stupid, but you can’t really control your emotions can you. She’s just so pretty, sexy, cute, beautiful and elegant. I wanted to get to know her and find out what makes her tick. I wanted to discuss philosophy and literature with her while gazing at the stars and drinking a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. I wanted be able to move the hair out of her face on a windy day. I wanted to be able to carry her to the bedroom if she was too tired or lazy. I wanted her to be able to lay on my shoulder when she’s tired while I comfort and caress her. I wanted to be able to hear the innermost recesses of her thoughts and emotions. I wanted to go on road trips and vacations with her. I wanted to be able to show her off at parties and dinners. But all my desires are in vain. That’ll never happen, ever. She doesn’t fancy me, she says she’s busy. If she wanted me, she could make the time. She said I was cool and sweet but she wasn’t looking for anything serious. Dear me…