UnRequited ...

I have got to stop.
I have got to stop waiting.
I have got to stop waiting for him.
I have got to stop waiting for him to ... to ... to wake up and see, Me.
I have got to stop waiting for him.
I have got to stop waiting.
I have got to stop.

I love him! This I know, concretely. Would "it" work out, I can not say for sure. 

Sometimes I want to be the reason.

Sometimes I want to scream:
See me.
Want me.
Need me.
Pick me.

If mountains were moveable I would move one for him.
I would walk through fire for him.
I would - and have - make a fool of myself for him.
I would move ... anywhere ... for him, to be with him.
I would ... but I've got to stop.

I have got to stop!

It's an odd sort of feeling really, to want - so badly - to make someone else's dreams come true ... and not have them feel the same way about you.