Love Stories ~ shorts :)

Love Triangle

I don't think many people can fathom pain. No, I'm not talking about the sharp burst when you jam your finger, or the throbbing of a headache. I'm talking about the pain that stabs at every corner in your heart, tears apart you morals and beliefs and everything you've ever known. This pain returns when I see you, more when you don't see me. This pain pushes and probes at me, and it makes me an inexplicable wreck when my eyes happen to fall on you in a crowd. My heart threatens to burst out of its chest if you even consider walking past, it leaps and burns when you smile.
All you have to do is breathe, and you have me. I am yours, but you don't want it. Because the hard, painful truth is, that all these things I feel for you, you feel for someone else. All of this emotion, the endless songs and stories dedicated to your mere existence, it doesn't matter. Because that pain, it's love, and you don't love me back.
Love makes you blind, and you are the only one I will ever see. Yet I am not your vision, only the blur of a thousand people, another person in the world, because your eyes have found her. And nothing else matters to you. My hope wears dangerously thin, my reality fraying and fabricated. It distorts my world, poisons my vision. It leaves me in tattered pieces, but offers me one thing. Determination. Not hope, but a different, fiery motivation to continue admiring you.
Love is pain. And I am in so, so much agony.