This is not a love story

Short story

        I got to the club thinking I was about to get rid of all the feelings I had inside my chest. Burning. Killing me. Memories making me want to rip my heart out.

'I don't love you' - she said

'Ouch' 

'I mean... not like that. You're special, you know... but...'
        Sir, give me your strongest wine. I wanna drink till I can't feel anything anymore. 
As I drowned my organs in alcohol I looked at the dance floor just in time to see the angel who was turning my life into a living hell dancing with her eyes closed and her emotions out. She was breathtaking with her redish dress swiging side to side while the music followed her heartbeats.
        I chocked. In less than five minutes I was hastily taking my money out so I couldn't see what her next moves would be. My heart was racing and I could feel all the physiological changes that I've learned at neuroscience classes in my body. My eyes were wide open, my breathing was heavy.
        Love is beautiful when both sides are on the same page, but not when it's unrequited. It hurts quite much when you're not what they want.
        I didn't want to see her. At least not after one day since I've given her my heart and she hasn't taken it.

'OK... OK... don't finish what you're about to say... I'm not ready to listen.'

        When I got my change back I saw it. She was in his arms. Smiling, facing the crowd in front of her while he was kissing her neck.
        I have had nightmares about that kind of scene ever since I started looking at her like she was my whole universe. Picturing her with somebody else has always kept me awake at night. Imagining that she was enjoying the touch and the rush of feelings running through her bloodstream, I wondered what it was like to kiss her and feel her; what it was like to be loved and wanted by her. I would go to sleep crying and would wake up ready to face the struggle of loving someone who doesn't love you back.
        Mr. Brightside started playing and I thought the universe was just playing jokes on me. It was an elotronic version and the lyrics went "but she's touching his chest, now he takes of her dress now, let me go"
        I just couldn't look. It was killing me.
        When the song got to the chorus, they kissed and I felt like throwing up while making my way out. Now my vision was blurry, I was drunk, but not in the that alcohol makes you feel, in the way that love makes you feel.
        I have never touched her lips, and I have never thought it would hurt so much to see somebody else tasting them.
        The night was hot and there were only a couple of people walking down the street. The vision of her at the club dancing and kissing him played in my mind over and over again, just like a nightmare that has no end.
        It's not her fault, I thought. You cannot force a heart to love someone, it just happens. I went to sleep that night praying that I would wake up feeling clean and free from the beating pain in my chest.

'Sorry' she whispered

'It's OK... maybe, one day, we'll both stop punishing me for loving you like this'