Unrequited love is messy.
Underneath the gloomy sky of a night, one day I entered a battle against it. The win was to get rid of it. Of him.
That was well armed that I conscientiously ran towards the daydreams of my head, the hopes of my heart, and the butterflies of my stomach.
A whole month passed during which my feelings froze in a transparent ball gliding above my head. I thought I won, but I can feel this ball ready to split open all over me as soon as I will catch sight of him again.
I wonder why, after all this time that passed, I still can't erase this love.
The eye contacts we had when we crossed paths, the few words we shared... I'm the only one that felt besotted by a tender excitement of joy about it. To him it was nothing much. Simply... nothing.
I'm full of reason but yet, I'm lost and tired in front of these messy feelings.
Now if someone is horrified in front of my messy bedroom, I will can affirm with an infinite confidence that I could show to this person something really more messy.
