Dearly Beloved,

We are gathered here today to mourn unrequited love. The images of someone else's hand in the hand of the one you had hoped would return the warmth and the bitter coldness of the air that rips your lungs to shreds. We are here to mourn all wasted dreams, and the closure you never get. The times they've laughed at all jokes but yours and explored skin but never yours. Please pay your respects to the ones who never stop hurting over what could have been, and the inhumane torture of trying to let go of someone who was never really in your arms. Gather around for the ones who never realised what kind of love they had waiting for them, the kind we sit here hoping for but think we have sinned far too much to accept from the willing. May your souls rest soon, may you find peace with those who shall return that affection. Pay your respects for the sleepless hearts that carry a world of love. Lay your roses for the easily ignorant, and the ones who will search but never find—a love, that is quite like yours.