It's currently 6:42 AM. I have only slept about three hours in the past two days because of the aftermath of a party. I've just been thinking about the things that could have been recently, so I've decided to write something to the people who can't love me back.

To the people without names: I can't force you to get to know me. Although I wish I could, that's not my place in the universe. As long as I see you in someway, maybe on the street or in my dreams, I can only hope that you'll make yourself known to me.

To the people who broke my heart: It's all fine now. Sometimes I find myself growing a little nostalgic, but other than that I'm fine. Even though we both loved each other at one point in time, we both know that our failed efforts of reconnection will leave us just as broken.

To the people who hate me: Go ahead. Fling your stones, shoot your arrows, and fill me with doubt. What do I care? I will have a place for you in my heart regardless of your feelings for me.

To the people who I love: Well this is tragic. I love you but you can't love me. It sounds like a cheesy romance novel if you'd ask me. Just hear me out. You don't need to love me the way that I love you. You don't have to spend every day following me around with rose colored glasses, but it would be nice to know that we aren't through. That somehow there is a chance for the impossible to happen.

To myself: I know it's hard for you to find yourself these days. Please remember everything that has happened so far; don't forget who you are. You will find a way to love me back. Keep searching.

Now as I begin to falter back into sleep, I hope that each and every one of you take something from this. Live, Breathe; Feel.