Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever return to the carefree feelings I once had. I've dropped hints here and there, but with no response, I couldn't help but feel lost. Was it a reflection of my worth, or was it just the painful reality of my unreciprocated feelings? I chose to believe the first-after all, it was comforting and gave me a sliver of hope. Yet deep down, I knew it could be a lot worse.
As I grew closer to him, I couldn't shake the thought that I had never truly known him. I thought of him as a friend, even if our connection was tenuous. When I asked him if he considered me a friend, he replied, "No, you're just somebody I know." That crushed me. If I couldn't even get him to acknowledge our friendship, how could I ever expect him to love me?
I had never openly loved someone before, only to find out that they loved another. It was infuriating, this reality that if I liked someone, they should just confess. It felt like a cosmic injustice that the heart wants what it wants, yet it remained unfulfilled. Why couldn't he just do what I wished? I shouted silently in my mind, yet I wouldn't confess my feelings. Instead, I resolved to wait for the emotions to fade, though deep down, I doubted that would ever happen.
As I reached this crossroads, I realized I couldn't keep suppressing my feelings. If I couldn't confess to him directly, maybe I could write about it-put my thoughts on paper and hope, just maybe, he'd read them one day. I thought of the countless authors I had read, each pouring their hearts into their stories, confessing love through their words. I found solace in that idea, thinking, if we were meant to be, our paths would eventually intertwine again. If not, then this chapter of my love story would remain incomplete.
With that thought, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had shared my journey, the highs and lows of my feelings. In some ways, it felt liberating to put my emotions into words, knowing that they would exist beyond my heart. It was a bittersweet realization-my feelings for him might never dissipate, and his love for me might never flourish. Yet, I found comfort in the idea that my story, though unfinished, was still mine to tell.
I pondered over the future. I didn't know if I'd ever get over him or if he would ever love me back. Life had a way of weaving complicated patterns, and love often followed suit. So, I decided to embrace the uncertainty. This chapter may not have a definitive ending, but perhaps that's how life is meant to be lived-filled with questions, hopes, and dreams left hanging in the air.
As I put pen to paper, I smiled to myself, ready to craft this next chapter of my life, however uncertain it might be.
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Between Us
Romance**Blurb:** In the complex world of adolescence, one girl struggles with the pain of unreciprocated love for a boy who seems out of reach. As friendships shift and her closest allies slip away, she grapples with feelings of betrayal and loneliness. ...
