The Tragedies of a Lonely Dreamer

Horrors Of Love

Love is truly horrifying. The fact it can set you off course, and make yourself willingly lose everything. It's a trap, really, an utterly, disgustingly beautiful trap.

Being the people we are, it all varies on whom we love and why. Why comes with chance, for it is unpredictable who one will fall for.

Love is heartbreaking itself. I have experienced so. For I am in love with two men. One of art, and the other of flesh.

He who displays the beauty of dance, fantasy, and song, has captured my heart since the beginning. His velvet hair, tough cheeks and cheekbones, his open ears, oh, and the warming smile no one would trade the world for.

But he could never love back. For he has his duty to serve to others- including me. He has his life set ahead of him, and will be around for much longer than I. I will have to say good bye one day, leaving him behind for the better.

Alas the one of flesh. It was love at first sight almost- he passed by, and I followed. He turned around and it was milliseconds before I knew I was never to turn back. Small future we seemed to obtain, but I knew I would give it my all.

As the days drew on, I came to realize he was in love with her. The one who brings the life of fantasy to many others. He watches her children dance and weep in woe from what they have learned from her teachings.

I realized I, too, must one day fall for her brother. For I will love him, the way my love loves the sister. I shall take care and ownership of him as he did her.

But the one of flesh is as star-crossed as I.

I've seen it in his face. He cares not the way I do him. He will have to say goodbye soon to his love, the way I farewell my love of art.

While our loves of the impossible remain hopeless, I look to him. He looks past me, and forever will. I do not expect him to look at me the way I do him. No one ever does- because no one has loved me like so I love them.

And that is why I fell for the trap- the very reason I will never walk without a limp again. The exact explanation of why I willingly fell into this trap. Because it is so easy to fall for.

It hurts, really.

The pain amplifies the harder I try. I can't make way to my destination.

Alas a tear rolls down my cheek. He is out of reach. He won't acknowledge the fact I have fallen for him. Nor will he ever.

Love is horrifying. The fact it can set you off course, and make yourself willingly. It's a trap, really, an utterly disgusting trap.

Single handedly, and I have endured it all.