Thursday, 12 March 2015

The Unrequited Love

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.





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