Love Without Return

I know we have no chance, and deep down, I’ve come to terms with that reality. But despite everything, I find myself here, waiting for you like a fool. I can’t explain why my heart refuses to let go or why I cling to this impossible hope. Maybe it’s because every moment I spent with you felt so real, so genuine, like something I may never find again. I know it’s irrational. I know you’ve probably moved on or never felt the same way I did. And yet, here I am, stuck in the past, replaying memories and dreaming of something that will never be. It hurts, but at the same time, it’s comforting in a strange way—holding onto this, even if it’s only in my mind.