Sweet Heart

There’s always a spot for her in my heart. Sometimes I think she is my heart. She’s always right there within me, and I feel her constantly. Every time she beats I can hear it. I’ve always questioned if people think about me and what they think. But I’ve come to terms with knowing that the way I feel is much stronger than most others. I have yet to come to terms with accepting that unreciprocation. That might just be me exaggerating, though. Should the weight of a feeling be measured in intensity alone? Isn’t there more depth than that?