Call me Gorgeous again

And I might just melt.
You know I love you.
Still you tell me things like this.
You tell me that you've seen me, that you think I'm gorgeous.
It makes a lump get caught in my throat.
It makes me cry.
Because you won't ever be mine.
I'm sure someone got dibs on you before me, even if you weren't straight.
But you're straight, too.
Angel, I love you.
You say how magical and special love is.
So why does it hurt?
Why does it feel like a brick in my stomach?
Why does it keep me from wanting food?
Why does it hurt so much to love you so completely?
Love,
That Idiot Alex.