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unrequited

My dearest diary,

You know, I've confided my deepest secrets to you all my life, and you've been an excellent keeper of them all... except one—the biggest one, the cruelest one. I've never shared this secret with you because I felt that this feeling, this emotion, is too sacred for me to share, too pious for me to speak, too deep to put into words. But today, I feel compelled to share my story with you.

There are different kinds of love: the unconditional kind, the compassionate kind, the familial kind, the platonic kind, the romantic kind, and then there's another kind—the one that kills its victims, the cold embrace of unrequited love... The one I've been ensnared by.

Most stories center around people who fall in love with each other, but what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? What about us? We are the cursed ones, wounded and still walking, unloved and unacknowledged.

We are the unloved ones .

Perhaps we are destined to love without ever being loved in return.

For those of us who love alone, our stories often go unnoticed, dismissed as mere fantasies or passing whims.

Our tales are not filled with shared embraces or whispered promises, but rather with silent struggles of unspoken affection and yearning that echoes in the depths of our souls.

This is my story, my love story, or perhaps I should call it my saga of unrequited love.

Whom should I hold responsible—the man I love, the woman he loves, or myself, who couldn't help but fall completely , passionately , desperately and most importantly hopelessly in love with him?

Or perhaps I should hold that fateful day, that moment, that fleeting second when our eyes first met responsible.

But asking such questions now seems futile, for the damage has been done, and I am broken beyond repair.

The tale of my love began when he joined our band. In an instant, I knew I had made a grave mistake. We were just kids back then, and I foolishly believed that this feeling burning within me would fade with time. But if I could turn back the clock, would I do it all again? No, never. I would have run away, far from him, shielding my shattered heart with a thousand layers. Yet, I was powerless to resist the pull of fate.

Ten years have passed since that fateful day, and yet, here I am, still haunted by memories, still nursing my burning heart and broken soul.

Diary, words fail to express the tumult of emotions I felt when I saw him in a black suit at the altar. No, he wasn't waiting for me to walk down the aisle. The surroundings, the ambiance—all were as I had imagined in my wildest dreams, but the cruel truth remained—I was not the one destined to stand by his side. They exchanged vows, they exchanged rings, and I... I watched.

You may call me selfish, but with each passing moment, the sight of his smile pierced my heart like a dagger. I prayed for the ceremony to end, for this nightmare to dissolve into fiction where he would abandon his vows and come to me. But alas, reality was unyielding, a harsh reminder of what could never be.

I wished he were a villain, so that I could justify my hatred towards him. Instead, he continues to give me reasons to love him more, with every passing day, every fleeting glance from afar.

And his now-wife, should I hate her... ethically, no, I should not, but my heart , oh my heart  can't help but dislike her, envy her, harbour resentment towards her . She is a great woman who will make a great home for him and have kids with him, and I .....well I will watch all of this with  a feigned smile. I will always be a spectator of them.

I moved out of the country trying to move on. Isn't it weird? We stay away from the one we love and plan to forget them, but once they come across us again, all of those gushes of feelings overwhelm us. I had the same experience. I came back again. And today also, I sit with him, talk with him, listen to his blabber about his wife and whatnot with my wounded, shattered heart.

Every word he utters about her feels like a dagger piercing through my chest, each mention of her name ignites a wildfire of agony within me. Yet, I sit there, with a mask of indifference, hiding the turmoil raging beneath the surface. The ache in my heart grows with every passing moment, every stolen glance, every forced smile.

This is me, condemned to a lifetime of silent suffering, my heart eternally bound to his, yet forever out of reach. This is my tale of unrequited love for Kim Taehyung.

Jeon Jungkook.

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