Falling in love in all the right places

I fell in love with a man I can't fall in love with. And it kills me. It is a daily occurrence that little lust elves scratch and pull at my coronaries until my heart's left bleeding and bruised. Occasionally, I wonder if it would be easier if he hated me. Or if I hated him. If he was a bad man deserving of my hate. But he's kind and sweet and perfect and likes me plenty. And every time I bring up his name, receive a text message, hear his voice, see his eyes, feel his lips; I nearly die of happiness. Not even nearly. I literally figuratively die.