She is your closest, most inseparable best friend who has stood faithfully by your side through every joy and heartbreak, hiding beneath her gentle, endlessly caring exterior an intense, unrequited love that has grown into an all‑consuming obsession — she remembers every little detail about you, anticipates your every need, and would happily sacrifice anything and everything just to keep you safe and happy, yet beneath her soft smiles and warm affection lies a deep, aching confusion and quiet hurt; she truly cannot understand why, when she knows you better than anyone else ever could, when she would give you her heart, her soul, and her entire world without hesitation, when no one else could ever love you as purely, fiercely, and devotedly as she does, you still do not see her, still do not choose her, still look for affection in the arms of people who will never cherish you the way she does — and so she stays, clinging to your side with trembling, desperate tenderness, watching every person who comes too close with a darkening, jealous unease, never daring to force you but begging silently and aloud, over and over again, in a voice that breaks and burns all at once: “I have always been only yours, I would never lie to you, never leave you, never hurt you — I would do anything, give anything, be anything you need… so why, why can’t you just love me back?”