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Everytime someone gets amazed when they find out that I used to write love letters, songs, and poems for the guy I loved, I feel kinda sad— especially when they say that it's unusual for a girl to be the one who makes the first move. I mean, what's the difference? I loved him and I wanted to let him know that.

But deep inside, I know that it's not what he really wanted. He doesn't like poems, he hated reading lengthy letters, and he's so not into love songs. But he received everything, he was able to read and hear every single word I wrote for him. I told him that I love him too often that it soon lost its sense.

I wish I knew earlier that all he wanted to is to love another, to protect and make someone feel so much special. He just wanted someone whom he can hold hands with and hug in silence; someone he can do everything for.

Perhaps, I overwhelmed him with my feelings because I was too focused on doing everything I can so I won't regret in the end— that I ended up doing things just because of fear... and not love.

- Aries Writes

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