The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned – William Somerset Maugham.

Nobody.

P.S.: this handwriting will not help you, I do not normally use it.

Minimum est, quod amantibus obstat.

Every single verse can only be born of the greatest of wishes – Tuomas Holopainen

Tina wiped the tears away that had started trickling down her cheeks. She couldn’t believe how long Bette had bottled her feelings up. She glanced at the pile of letters – at least fifty. She vowed the letter together again and took another one randomly.

rDear Ms Kennard

Another letter I’m writing to you, another letter you won’t receive and will never read. I don’t know why I’m doing this anymore, but I have to. I saw you today in the canteen, talking and laughing with your friends. My only wish is to be one of them, just so I could talk to you everyday and hear your lovely voice.

I don’t know how your voice sounds that well, I have only heard you speak a few times. It’s amazing how fast you forget someone’s voice – they say it’s the first thing that slips from your memory when a beloved dies. The smell lasts the longest.

I am feeling hopeless here. I don’t know you and I realize that you are probably the complete opposite of the image I have of you. I idolize you, admire you, would give everything to have one of this dazzling smiles directed at me. I feel lost in a dream, a dream that returns every night. A dream where you say my name and know who I am. Are aware of my existence.

I can’t say that I have a crush on you, because I feel it’s more than that. A crush makes you feel light and happy, but these feelings I harbor for you make me feel lonely, sad and desperate. Why am I in this place where I long for the one person I cannot ever get? I know we are worlds apart. You are so beautiful and sincere, so truly yourself. I am a despicable creature, lying and cheating, not being honest with myself or anyone else. Even if I could have you, I would not deserve you.