He and I are just friends. He decides to sleep over one night. We decide to stay up late...but at around 12:30 he falls asleep. Me...being completely and utterly in love with him curl up next to him and watch his chest move up and down and he breathes. His striking features are too much for me. His eyes, closed ever so slightly, making him vulnerable to the world. His hand, resting on the blanket that keeps him warm. And his lips, pressed together in sleep. Tempting me with every breath they release. I lean over next to him and whisper to him something I would've never had the courage to say if he was conscious. "I love you..." And I softly graze my lips over his. A kiss...for a second it lingers...for a moment I feel like this can be forever...then the moment is gone as I realize he has someone else and he probably won't remember this when he wakes up. That kiss awoke something in me...something I felt had died a long time ago. The feeling of complete joy. The feeling of hope. In faith in God. So much came from just one kiss. Even if he never knows it happened.
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Unrequited Love
RomanceThese are multiple stories about love that cannot be returned or fantasies about a future with one who cannot be obtained. Unrequited love sucks. But it makes for beautiful stories.
