If you ever ask me about it, I will say, the happiest and the saddest story of my life is that she acknowledged my love, but she could never accept it. She saw a cavern of care in my eyes but was always too afraid to dive in.
This is a love story. Almost.
I was her almost. Almost always quiet when she is speaking, almost always on time when we’re heading out for lunch, almost always available for her at 3 AM when she wants to rant, yet I was almost empty. Never enough.
They say unrequited love is a man’s greatest strength and his biggest weakness, but quite honestly speaking, it’s a kind of suffering where you just sit with an infinite hope of maybe she’ll accept you. And this turns into a never-ending kind of sadness.
Here is the truth: if you’ve been quiet for a long, long time about your love, speak about it, regardless of having her love in return. You’re suffering, and it’s not a virtue to be quiet when in love because this love isn’t going to make you feel complete. How can love make you feel complete when it leaves cracks behind?
There are some feelings you can’t abandon or turn into poetry — loving someone intensely and disguising it as being almost is one of them.
