How can I possibly put all these feelings into words?
There is no way to describe the love in my heart and the agony in my mind as I talk to him; listen to him.
I feel like I pour out everything I have. Every positive emotion, expression, or action? It all goes to him.
And as a result?
Not much.
Maybe a few smiles or laughs, but I feel this stabbing pain in my heart or in my mind when I see him laughing with another person. Another girl.
I'm not saying that he doesn't have a right to be happy. That's what I'm striving for, right? For him to be happy?
Yet, there are little things.
There are curious smiles and hopeful glances. Acts of kindness and selflessness.
But maybe that's just the kind of person he is.
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The Flower Girl
Random"Write what you know" -my grandma [and probably a bunch of other people] *** *** This is just where I post things I've written. They're all from the heart and unedited.
