We
all know how this goes.
It’s
never, ever, ever, ever going to be possible, not in a million years.
But
you still hold on to it. You refuse to let go. Because every time you see him,
all you feel is love. You fall in love with him and the world all over again.
Every thing seems more alive. For a few minutes you forget about all your
problems. You take a chance, you free fall, and dive.
The
funny thing is how inconspicuously it happens.
It
starts with a crush.
You
know its him when
Little
things get you excited, like when you talk to him, when your shoulders brush.
You
smile to yourself when you think about the time when he unexpectedly took a
picture of you. Or the time when he sat so close to you.
But then it transforms into something more
powerful, more intense. That’s when it hits you, you are in love. Wow, what a
wonderful feeling to be in until you realize that it’s only you.
You
thought time would help. Wrong, you were. Time didn’t change anything. Feelings
remained constant, unchanged, untouched, and unfazed.
Songs
that remind you of him, you still have them on repeat.
Places
that remind you of him, you still go to.
Photographs
that are a painful reminder of him, you still go through.
It
was beautiful in the beginning, it still is but you know you have to let go.
Let
it go. Let it go. Only because if you don’t it will destroy you.
The
power that it has over you is overwhelming. Stronger than anything.
Hurt
and sad about never having him, you cry. The tears slide on your cheeks from
your swollen eyes. Those memories make you think. One minute, you’re smiling,
the next you’re crying.
People
don’t understand. You’re too young. He’s too old. They tell me.
It’s
true. The facts are. But I know what I feel. And that’s true, too.
It’s
not my imagination; it’s not a fallacy. I know I’m hopelessly in love and his
face is all I see.
