This is a Story That Won't be Told

I have the feeling that I'm wasting my thoughts on you. It seems I'm wasting useless emotions, countless dreams, and even more daydreams on you. And I'm over-analyzing the hugs, the snubs, the comments, the...every little thing!

And all of that combined is driving me insane. I still can't tell if this is all worth it or not.

Why should it even matter? Why is this my main focus?

And if I was wrong about you, or I misjudged everything, would that even matter? Would I ever get anything in return for what I can offer up to you?

I hope you enjoy your solitude, your selfish escape into your secret world, your built-up walls, your mystery, your education, your gigantic meals, your research, your leisure reading, your paper-writing, your Disney-bashing, your debating, your quiet life.

Because I might just remove myself from this game; it seems pointless. Although, I sometimes enjoy playing...and proving people wrong!