You can’t help but love me even though you know your feelings will never be reciprocated. Your love for me hurts so good. Knowing you’ll never have a chance with me, knowing that I’m using your obsession with me against you brings you to your knees. I’m your beloved, and you’re just another admirer to me. You’re becoming used to the soul-crushing, heart-throbbing yearning you’re always feeling now. Unrequited love is all you’ll ever have.