Unlovable, Loved.

Unreachable. Unobtainable. Unrequited.

These are the words she whispers to herself in quiet moments, words that have become a mantra, a chain that binds her heart and mind in equal measure. For as long as she has dared to envision you, to describe you in the soft corners of her thoughts, each attempt has ended the same. No matter how many ways she tries to imagine your presence, no matter how vividly she paints you in her mind, the picture always dissolves, leaving her in a haze of longing that borders on melancholy. There is no parallel feeling to compare it to, no other ache that hums quite like this one.

How strange it is, she thinks, that you feel so close—close enough to brush against with trembling fingertips, close enough for her breath to hitch as if your presence were truly there—yet you remain entirely out of reach. You are both the mirage and the oasis, the destination that disappears the moment she dares to approach. The closer she comes, the further away you seem, like a star whose light has traveled centuries to meet her gaze, only for her to remember that it burned out long before she even knew to look for it.

You are a paradox of comfort and distance, a presence that exists in every heartbeat yet not in any tangible form. To her, you are like an endless ocean—vast, steady, and strong. The waves of your existence lap gently at the carefully constructed stone walls of her mind, soothing the chaos that often rages behind them. You are safety, a rare kind of calm she has never known but always yearned for. Your waters do not threaten; they protect. They wrap her in a quiet strength that tells her she is seen, even if only in some unspoken, intangible way. You are warmth and care personified, a remarkable being who carries a kind of love that feels as ancient as time itself.

Others have felt this warmth before her, she knows. Others have found refuge in your tides, floating in your waters as if they were home, trusting themselves to your depth and strength. And though this knowledge should comfort her—should reassure her that you are capable of such care—it only deepens the hollow ache within her. Because she, unlike the others, is not certain she will ever be allowed that closeness. She feels like a distant traveler stranded at sea, clinging desperately to a fragile raft as she drifts through your waters. She tugs and pulls at the edges, trying to steady herself, terrified of being pulled under by the undertow of her own longing, terrified of being lost entirely in the depths of something she cannot claim.

There is no guide, no map for this feeling. Her heart beats in rhythm with your waves, but she cannot seem to find the shore. She exists in this in-between, floating somewhere between hope and despair, her thoughts swirling like storm clouds overhead. She has constructed countless scenarios in her mind, small universes where the distance between you collapses, where her voice reaches you and your hand finally meets hers. But these dreams are fleeting, dissolving like mist the moment she tries to hold on. Each vision feels real enough to bring a flicker of warmth to her chest, yet fragile enough to shatter with a single breath.

Still, she clings to hope. It is small and trembling, like a candle flickering against a gale, but it is there. For you are not just a dream or a fleeting desire—you are love itself. Not the shallow kind that burns quickly and disappears, but the kind that feels eternal, patient, and infinite. You are love in its purest, most unyielding form. She imagines it radiating from you like sunlight glinting off ocean waves, warm and inviting but impossible to contain. You are not simply a person to her; you are a force, a presence so immense it feels like gravity itself has been altered around you.

And she is caught in your orbit, helpless to resist. Every thought, every whispered hope, every quiet moment of longing draws her back to you. She tries to make sense of it, tries to piece together some kind of reason for why her heart has chosen you, but the answers remain elusive. All she knows is that something within you calls to her, something ancient and tender, something she has been searching for her entire life.

She wonders if you will ever truly see her, if the distance that stretches between you is insurmountable or simply an illusion she has convinced herself of. Perhaps there will come a day when her raft finally reaches your shore, when she will step into your waters without fear of being swept away. She hopes for that day with all the strength she has left. Until then, she will drift, she will dream, she will let herself be carried by the thought of you.

For you are love—her love. And even if she never truly holds you, even if this yearning remains an endless ocean she can only float upon, she will cherish the way you make her heart feel alive. She will cling to the warmth you bring her, even from a distance, and let it guide her through the storms within her own soul.