'i could get used to this'.

i'm doing all i can, but it apparently isn't working. it puzzles me, greatly. what is it that lacks in the things i do, the things i say? sincerity? well, i don't think so. perhaps, it's just you. and it's just me being silly and hoping hopelessly for something that will remain impossible.

there's so much you do that brings a smile to my face. so much you do that i take to heart. so much you say that i love. almost everything about you, actually. but you'll never know and you'll never see will you? you'll just stay bloody oblivious and ignorant for as long as forever can possibly mean huh. oh well, lucky for me, i've braced myself.