Even the weather commisserates, except...

My love-lies-bleeding.

Ask me why I keep on loving you when it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me... the problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me, I can't force myself to stop loving you.

I am tired, Beloved,
of chafing my heart against
the want of you;
of squeezing it into little inkdrops,
And posting it.

It's not love's going that hurts my days
But that it went in little ways.

I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.

~ SSL