One day, you'll meet a boy. And he'll tear you apart with his eyes. His name will feel heavy. And his voice would be in perfect harmony with every word he speaks. And It'll hurt when you look at him. And it'll hurt when you don't. He'll burn holes in your skin with his touch.  And he'll be the thought you fall asleep to and the reason you wake up. But eventually he'll break your heart. He'll find someone better and you'll become boring. His eyes will grow dark and cold. And his touch will lose it's pain. His name will lose it's weight and you won't want to look at him, but you have to. You'll still love him. He'll tear a gapping hole inside of you and you'll be broken. You'll feel pathetic, and worthless, and most of all, you will feel an unrequited love that is more powerful than any movie or song or literature you ever imagined. It'll break you. And you'll become cold and tired and you won't want to wake up anymore. You'll cry for what feels like years and wimper at the mention of his name. You'll want to be engulfed by shadows and swallowed by the sea. You won't want to speak. You won't want to move. But one day again, you will be truely loved, and that's a day worth counting on.