It's all about Her

The Impossibility of Us...

Finding out that someone had been there for you during those ten months hit me hard.

It felt like my heart was being crushed again, reminding me that no matter how much I wanted us to be together, it just wasn't meant to be.

I tried to convince myself that he might be better for you than I could ever be.

But with every thought of you two together, my ego grew, and I felt even more lost.

I realized that seeing you with him wouldn't make my hurt go away.

The regret of never having told you how I truly felt was like a heavy weight on my chest.

What if I had confessed my feelings?

What if I had let my heart speak instead of staying silent out of fear?

Those questions gnawed at me until I finally decided that I would confess my feelings to you.

But I wanted to do it in a way that protected my pride.

I didn't want to feel like I was begging for a place in your heart, especially knowing that you might not feel the same.

Still, deep down, I couldn't shake the hope of "us."

I was in love with the idea of our love, even if it felt out of reach.

Those months without you changed me.

I became someone I didn't recognize, struggling to love you from afar.

The story of my life felt like it revolved around you, and you consumed my thoughts and dreams in ways I never expected.

I had to face the painful truth: we could never be together.

Accepting this was hard, but I knew I had to.

I understood that you might never love me the way I always wanted.

But how could I ever forget you?

You had given me too many beautiful memories, too much to cherish.

"How can I forget someone who gave me so much to remember?"

I would often whisper to myself. You were not just a crush; you were something far deeper.

You took over my thoughts, and I was scared that I might never love anyone as much as I loved you.

Yet, there was a part of me that hoped you would find happiness with him.

I tried to convince myself that once I shared my feelings with you, I could begin to live my life freely.

I wanted to believe that maybe we could connect again, even if it was just as friends.

I would always remember your birthday; it would forever hold a special place in my heart.

I would keep your photos saved in my gallery, a reminder of what we once shared and what could never be.

Your voice would play in my mind, and I would look back at our old conversations, reliving the moments that made me feel alive.

My heart still skips a beat whenever I hear your name, a constant reminder of a love that was never fully mine.

Yet, even with this longing, I couldn't shake the fear of losing you, even though I had never really had you.

And that's how I fell in love with the impossibility of us...