I dedicate this to you – for three reasons.

First reason is because I think I have fallen in love with you, or at least something of the sort..

Second reason – If I could, I would circle the globe to be with you.

And the third reason – is because you will never know.

Why did I fall for you, when I know I can never be with you? Your face – even though it is just a picture, your smell – even though I have never smelt it, and your voice; that musical voice I heard in my ear. I am writing down what I feel, how I feel, at this present moment. I am disgusted with myself – as usual. I am depressed, angry, horrible, and distraught.

Depressed – because I know I will never be with you.

Angry – because what I feel, you will never ever feel the same.

Horrible – because no matter what you tell me, I know you don't know the truth.

Distraught – because deep down I know, it was my fault. I should not have fallen for you – you, the prettiest girl I have ever known – the only girl who I really and truly enjoy talking to. Why would you – you, the glistening beauty, fall for someone like me?

I fake a smile when you talk to me, just so to hide what I really want to do – scream, yell, tell you the truth – tell you, what I feel. Is it just a crush?

I have never met you – that's a fact. But I love the way it makes me feel when you log in, and your name pops up on my screen – that's the truth.

I don't know what else to say – because words cannot describe the way I feel. The way I wish myself happiness – with you, and only you, I do not know why.

I try to make you happy – whatever can I do… but can it be that the simple fact of talking to me makes you unhappy? Oh – how I wish this not to be.

'Mr. Brocklehurst' from the book I am currently reading "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Bronte says the following statement:

"And what is hell?"

When Jane replies with the answer of "A pit full of fire" – I think to myself that, there is nowhere else I'd rather be, than in that pit – full of flaming fire, because then I'd know I couldn't hurt you – or displease you.

I like you, if I didn't – I could have never written this. I have never met you – will never meet you, and yet I want to protect you – from anything that could harm you.

And now I mention another three reasons to why I dedicate this – to you.

The fourth reason – I say things just to hide what I truly want to say.

The fifth reason – no matter how hard I try, there will always be someone better for you than me.

The sixth and final reason: I dedicate this – to you, because I think I have fallen for you.