Blindsided

I'm not sure when it happened but over the course of the last few months, I realised that I had developed feelings for her. Feelings, that cannot be reciprocated (what other kind is there?)

Of course, all this has been accompanied by yearning (yearning!), inane preoccupation ("I think about her all the time"), and the sudden development of an inability to see imperfection and fault (infatuation is funny that way--she can be rude, crude, aloof and downright inaccessible yet she is perfect).

I'm not even sure what were the triggers. Her perfume? Her weak smile? Her indifference? Her vulnerability or my own?

Such is life.