What is love?

An Illusion, A fake?

Or is it that feeling in my chest,

The feeling that I get when I look at him.

The feeling I get when he scores or wins.

I stand silently cheering. All the while thinking.

Is this really love or is this jealousy that he has everything I don't.

Everything I want .It's painful when I realize.

He'll never see me. The loser, the outcast. Time and time again I try and fail. Always getting up again. But always getting pushed down. I know I can never tell him.

I can't let him know. I'm not allowed to let him know.

He'd never be happy with me, but I'd be happy If just once when I see him and my chest starts hurting I could run up and say I love you. And just that one time, no one would push me down. Because love conquers all.

But it doesn't. It can't. If it did than I'd be cheering. I'd be yelling and screaming. There is one thing love doesn't conquer. I know that if I tried to love him I'd lose.

Because love always loses to fate.