I hate this love song.

It was a quiet sort of love. The kind that
needed no words
or actions,
simply that acknowledged look
from across the room.
It was the sort of love that
you desperately hope to be real,
yet somehow you always
manage to convince yourself that it was all in your
head.
It was the certain feeling of familiarity,
as if you've known them all your life.
It was the feeling of fulfillment you get, and how seeing them just always
seems to make your day.
It was an evasive type of love,
because on some days,
the look in their eyes starts to
stir up doubts,
just when assurance was only a step away.
It was a lonely type of love,
where all you can do
is sit from afar and gaze at something that seems so very real,
yet intangible.
And although it was the love
that you've never had,
so could not have lost, somehow
their every move and every gesture affects you.
As if their very existence is the air you breathe.
But most of all, it was and unrequited sort of love, where it only happens all in your head,
where every possibly and scene is played out in slow motion,
like some sappy romance movie.
Then one day you open your eyes and realise that it really wasn't real at all, but an infatuation of a fourteen year old girl.