When he sings, his voice touches my soul. When he speaks, it's with me. Yet he does not feel the same. For my heart aches for him, but his heart does not ache for me. The curse of one-sided love is hard, yet I still spend my time thinking about the chance I'll never get with him. His tender, caring touch, his soft yet lively voice. He sings, but not for me. Realize that it hurts, I say to myself. But I ignore...