It feels suffocating to know that I could say anything to him, but I can't because it wouldn't matter to him, and I don't have the courage.
I keep waiting for the day. The day when I pick up the phone and see a missed call from him. The day when I'll call him back right away and he'll pick up, and I'll hear his voice again, and we'll joke like we used to about the silly inside jokes only we knew.
The day when I won't feel like a balloon, always looking for someone to hold me down again.
The day when I'll have a best friend, when I'll have my best friend.
I'm waiting, waiting, waiting.
Always waiting for a day that will never come.
Love hurts. A lot.
It's a constant ache in the pit of your stomach. It's the thought, the feeling, that you want so badly to do something about it, but you can't. If it's because you don't want to ruin the friendship with the person you love, or if it's because they're tied down already, or if it's because you don't have the courage, you can never bring yourself to do it.
It's the most painful feeling, to sit and watch the one you love live their life and realize how much you miss of their life, how much you want to be right there, right beside them, living it with them.
Love is a wait and watch thing. You always just sit there, waiting...and watching.
(A piece from my diary).
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Random[ONGOING] Contests, short stories or random little pieces from my life. 'Faded Colors' won ChickLit's weekly prompt/contest #10! 'Goodbye Ocean' won first place in WPAfterDark's Not Just Another Rainy Day contest!
