And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain

There__ always that one guy who gets a hold on you. Not like your best friend__ brother who gets you in a headlock kind of hold. Or the little kid you__e babysitting who attaches himself to your leg kind of hold. I__ talking epic. Life changing. The __an__ eat, can__ sleep, can__ do your homework, can__ stop giggling, can__ remember anything but his smile_ kind of hold. Like, Wesley and Buttercup proportions. Harry and Sally. Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. The kind of hold in all your favorite _80s songs, like the __ust Have Been Love__, the __ake My Breath Away__, the __ternal Flame____he ones you sing into a hairbrush-microphone at the top of your lungs with your best friends on a Saturday night.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion__t's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

Soul connections are not often found and are worth every bit of fight left in you to keep.

I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?

Dear Matthew-There's one more thing I didn't get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time. This might seem like a strange thing for me to say given the fact we aren't speaking to each other. But I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It's sad perhaps, but not tragic, unless you dwell forever in the pursuit of their elusive affections.