“I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.”
You feel jealous yet you can’t complain. You get hurt yet you can’t show it. You love with your all yet you can’t say it. All you can do is watch, keep in the pain and smile. Torture of secretly falling in love.