I love you

How good are you at being happy? Im finding it increasingly difficult to be happy, jus that word makes me shudder. How hard I've been desperately pursuing him and he doesn't even glance at me. Its so difficult, unrequited love, I find myself aimlessly dazing off thinking of him Thinking of happiness, he just never comes, hes always far off with others, infact everyone else but me. And even then, I still want him. Still want the feeling, still want to be in bliss. I think sometimes, we think unrequited love is sad, but I don't. I think its poetic, its admirable. I hope happiness will come to me one day, and until then, I'll write, and wait patiently.