Love Destroys.

I guess knowing that she probably won't see this makes me feel okay putting it up.

I guess this is for her:I've loved her for a while now. She's not my first love, probably won't be my last. She just means the world to me. I've messed it all up though. She hates me now, and in her defense it's called for. I'd hate me too. But in my defense I did it because of love. Love can turn the strongest of people into the weakest of beings. In our case it turned a friendship into a hatred. I still love her. I will probably always love her. It's not hard to love somebody like her. I just felt like I was being replaced in her heart. Anybody who's ever been in love can understand that. Me being so infatuated with her elegance and poise I wanted more of her than I could get or even ask for. So in return she gave me even less that I started out with. If I have to be replaced in her heart, it's good to know she loves this other person. I'd rather be miserable than have her even the slightest bit unhappy. Her name itself brings beauty as it rolls off the tounge. She will forever be a great wonder to my mind. If you ever see this, I love you. I'm glad you now have who you truly wanted. Maybe if I let my life go on longer, I'll find somebody to help fill the void in my broken heart. Just remember though, your name will forever be carved into my heart. Along with your initials in my aorta.