Why is it that even now, I am still filled with emotions when I think of you?

Why does my heart still pound with a frantic rhythm when I imagine that you think of me?

Why is that whenever something happens in my life, the first person I want to tell is you?

Is it obsession or just that you carried me away and loved me when I couldn’t even love myself?

Is it because I can’t have you, or because I have yet to meet someone as extraordinary as you?

Nothing I have tried has quenched my longing.

At the end of the day, my heart still calls out to you.