Day 24, Night 23

Seeing how in love some people are makes me jealous. It's nice to hear them talk about how their hands fit perfectly with each other or how she talks about like he puts the sky in the stars but it gives me a sick feeling. A sick feeling of not knowing how that feels. 

I remember how it feels like to be in love. I felt that once. It felt great even though I was never loved back. For a split second, it gave me a purpose to wake up each morning. Now that it faded, I find it harder and harder to wake up. Not that I don't want to. I just feel like there no motivation or some sort of inspiration to get the day going. 

To all the lovers out there, love deeply and unconditionally. Love even when you're not loved back.