I'm crying. Not because I stepped on a lego or broke a bone. Not because my heart was broken by "some guy." But because up until this moment, I didn't realize how much you could love someone without them knowing it. It's sad really. You can think about them all you want and no one knows it, not them or your friends, just you. You keep it to yourself because you're ashamed of how much you love them and think about them. You think that no one will understand if you tell them. They'll tell you to stop; that it's unhealthy to think about them that much. But you still wouldn't care. You love them with all your heart...and you can't get the thought of them out of your head. No one knows why, not even you...