I'm in love with a woman I cannot have. I knew in my heart at least a year ago that we could never be, but I couldn't stop myself from falling for her anyway. She was the only woman I've ever known who induced me to love purely on the strength of her personality alone. She's such a wonderful and delightful woman, and her artistic talent speaks to me greatly. I could think of nothing better than to spend my life with this woman. And I cannot have her. There many obstacles separating us, and her feelings for me are not great enough for her to want to overcome those obstacles. She has flat old told me she has no intention of it. This after a year of loving me and letting me love her. I have accepted that. and now we don't even speak. But I'm over here, loving her. Missing her. Thinking about her. And still dreaming, like the fool I am, that someday she might be here, in my arms. This is an exercise in a particular brand of loneliness that leaves one broken inside. I'm a fool. Always have been. FML.