"I know, and I love you too." simply, is how I should've ended the conversation this afternoon.
I know.
I know that you read this.
I want you to know that at this point, the only thing that matters to me are all the countless ways in which you have been a blessing in my life. These are the memories I want to be associated with you. None of the unrequited love venom spewing inside me.

I am ached by what I feel is the loss of a 'together' you and I could've made.  Its like something inside you is dying.

It will not be easy being 'just friends' with you. But I love you too much to not make the effort. Do you know? I planned on writing to you, formally, that I have to stop being friends with you. That I just can't hear stories of you being with someone else. I feel like a lovesick schoolboy! (A little sensitivity would help.)

The chances of you and I being together are none, I know that. I have accepted the truth and made my peace with it a long time ago. That you are never going to be mine. I cant be yours. This life was not meant for us. And that's okay.

But I believe that you love me too.
All I need is this piece of honesty from you.

"You will not keep each other happy. You guys are too alike."

-- that's what she said

I like to think that, that you too are pining for me, and it was this that she recognised in you.

I want to believe right now that there will come a day when none of this will matter.

That the lump in my throat,
The sting in my eyes,
And the aching feeling from the void left behind

Will all be lost,
Somewhere.

I have mastered the art of repulsing people.

When I meet people, sometimes, I imagine what their faces would look in the middle of some passionate sex; I wonder what words would they would utter in the throes of passion.

Discovered this
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lovesickness

I don't feel like doing anyyyyything.

Timi bina mann nai mandaina ni ta.
:(

I know I'm going to destroy everything.

I just want to roll around,
Laze around my bed,
With you by my side.

Nothing special.

I just want to meet with you and discuss the things we loathe.

Tell me how bad your day has been.

Whine about whatever you want.

I don't care.

I just want to hear you.

Was going through the songs list on my computer, and I saw an old favourite.
Then, I remembered you.
And how you had once sent me a text.
Which

OMG!
I HAVE GOT TO STOP BRING SO HOPELESSLY SENTIMENTAL!!

I can't breathe

When you love someone, you feel angry at them.

I should get a certificate for saying the most inappropriate, self humiliating things to people I have even the slightest interest in.

I am scared of pretty girls.

Sometimes nothing is enough to distract you.

Gays be warned

Coming out is a complicated process and it can have various consequences for different people. While you gain things like peace with yourself, you also lose some - for example, if you are gay, be assured that you will always sleep alone, in a separate bed, and even if on the same bed, with different blankets. Your friends don't even want to touch you accidentally. And no matter how cold it is, they will never cuddle with you, and your feet will remain as cold as not being under a blanket. It's like they think gayness will spread to them!

It always feels like I haven't spent enough time with you.