What was I thinking?

I was silly thinking that he would like me. Fickle were the feelings in my heart that anyone of caliber would fall for something as ridiculed with doubt and mistrust as I am. Pleasant are the dreams I have of love, but the reality of a life without my significant other is wracked with torment. Not that my companions could have done anything about it, but at least they lend the occasional ear. Why does my heart so yearn for the things that I have put beyond my reach. I have established a thin line that my heart leaps over time and time again. I see so many other beings find love in the strangest of circumstances, with half the work I put in. Could it be their social adeptness? Could it be their wit and charm? Could it just be their looks? All things I aspire to have. After all, no one would really look toward the corners for love. These corners, where the shadows press into the very fiber of my being. The same shadows that children fight at night, but now they seem to be the world. It's a dark world, a lonely world. At least we have each other right? Through this hollow box where I can't even convey basic emotions