Unrequited love, which I can’t get rid of, is draining me of all I have, every part, my thoughts, my emotions, every piece of my heart. She is a ghost, who is untouchable. She is mine to see, but never to hold. Every dream in my head, which remain untold, pushes me closer to my threshold. I will continue to move ahead, but forever she will follow me. She no longer is merely a ghost, but a banshee that haunts my mind, without even knowing how many wishes she induces. My thoughts will not stop its assaults, due to her perfection, in my eyes, and the suffering it produces. This is all my fault. It was something that I should have been more cautious of because now I am unknowingly tortured by her unrequited love.