Unrequited love is a bitter pill. It lingers on your tongue, sits heavy in your chest at every fleeting glance they toss your way.
It also makes it hard to trust their attention when it finally turns to you.
Levi Cross is arguably the best drummer I’ve ever seen, and after five years of taking care of him even when I didn’t have to, I know who he really is.
He’s a genius with a dozen addictions and enough sex appeal to impregnate an entire stadium with a flick of his wrist.
He doesn’t really want me, he’s only interested because he thinks I have someone else. He just wants the chase, I’m sure of it.
But his bandmates seem to know something I don’t, and I can’t deny the lightning in my chest every time he touches me.
Yes, unrequited love is a bitter pill… but it’s one I’m almost too eager to swallow.
