I’m scared that I will always love him, and he will always not love me back. I can’t breathe whether I’m with or without him. I don’t know when the hell I’m supposed to come up for air. They say being in love is supposed to make you feel alive. Well, that person must have had the feeling returned because this whole one sided ordeal is making me feel trapped. I didn’t know a person could be claustrophobic in an open room with only one other person until I fell in love with him. He makes my lungs tighten and my knees weaken. I hang onto every word he says like a rope. One thing out of his mouth and I’m tumbling down.