I was happy...well not happy per se, but I was going on with my life. Taking each day as it came. Going with the flow. Like the wind flew and took me with it and I happily consented to it. Like the rain fell and drenched me in it, I knowingly allowed it to. Like the winter came and I felt the chills. And then the summer and all was sunny. I made it, day by day, task by task I was going about not thinking about love, at all, not at all, not anymore, it wasn't my first thought of the day nor the last before I slept.
I was, indeed, living, breathing an ordinary existence. An existence so ordinary that it went by unnoticed, it slid through. No highs, no lows but a general existence. But as it is, the heart beats, and when you do a check-up there are highs and lows on the graph which informs one of being alive. So how could I go without any lows or highs!
Love - the feeling that I was avoiding, stung me, stronger than a bee, like an alarm without an off button, like a train left the station, it was already too late when I realized that I was in love.
Oh to be in love and be loved...would be a superlative feeling! Isn't it! Alas, how would I know! Cause my love was never returned. Yes I loved, and everything was rosy...pink...red...yellow...all colors...I smiled with the thought of the one. it might feel weird to you, the reader, but it is an absolute, greatest of feelings to be in one - sided love. Yes...the unrequited feelings...from one person for the other person without the other person knowing about the one person's feelings.
It is freeing, it is bliss, although unreturned but those feelings all yours. For oneself. You smile with the thought of that person, their voice rings bells in your ears, the sight of them makes the world seem a little less worn out.
Yet, they remain unaware that someone feels so much for them.
Oh, unrequited love, you are a blessing in disguise, because I know you are all mine and never to be taken away. Unreturned but uninfluenced, there is no requirement for any filter. It is beauty of the best kind.
Yeah, it is sad at times that you cannot share the feelings with the one you have them for but just seeing them happy, makes your heart happy. Isn't it selfish and selfless all at once.
That is what is - unrequited love.
So this is my love letter to the unrequited love. Maybe you are incomplete, but maybe your being incomplete makes it complete for me.
- A hopeless hopeful
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