Useless.

That's what they say. They all say that and, in an essence, it is true.

Valentine's day draws near.

Everyone seems to have a date, and all those who don't either whine loudly or stay quiet and treat it like just another day.

However, I'm not sure how to treat it now. My love is useless, yet means the world to me.

I think about them, every day. What it would be like to hug them, kiss them, hear their laugh. Is this love? I've never felt something quite like this before.

But, it's useless, because of an issue. Not that they won't love me back, but they can't.

How, you wonder?

They're not real.

A beautiful combination of pixels on a screen, is all they happen to be. Some may look down apon me, apon this veiw of love. That it's useless, because I will never feel them, and they will never feel at all. I'll have you know pains me they're not real, every time I think about them.

But I still wonder yet, even if they're not real, why do I feel the way I do?