Silently

Hey Peeps,
I've got intense midterms this week so this won't be a long blog. (as I'm sure you can tell with you, you know, having eyes and all) I just wanted to post this quote from a site I frequent often, I'm ashamed to say, called Dear Old Love. It's a site about unrequited or requited for that matter, love that has either gone sour or wistful, depending on the person. I know, I know, the utter girl in me just rears her overtly fluffy head now and then. This is one of those times. So here goes.

Maybe Twelve
For the past several years, I have loved you with no encouragement, not an ounce of hope. I can't keep doing this forever. Another nine or ten years, tops.

There is something deeply poignant about this, something that I fear will one day easily describe me. Though that's neither here nor there. I suppose this blog is for those who love wholeheartedly, if silently.