The myth of unrequited love

How agonizing it is to love alone. How amazing it is to feel your heart pound in your chest and know it is unlike any pounding before. Your heart plays on a different beat, sending different signals to your body. Signals for the blush to creep up over your cheeks. Signals for your nose to breath deeply and catch his scent. A scent of the sea, a whiff of surfboard wax, all mixed in with a little sweat. A scent to send the heart pounding even more franticly. Now a signal to the eyes; flash up and away to catch but a small glimpse before he notices. Because how agonizing is it not to love alone? But how can he not see? He must feel the heat rolling off my skin. Surely he hears my deep intake of breath when he passes. He feels my eyes on his back when he leaves. Doesn't he? The room shrinks back to it's proper size. Sound rushes back to my ears and my heart retreats, defeated. How agonizing...