I love when we talk. It feels as if we've known eachother all our lives. We have so much in common its scary, and it sometimes makes me want to cry. So im sitting here tonight, not saying one word. Because everything I want to say to you will ever be heard. And it breaks my heart to feel this way, because you are my best friend. In case you can't figure out what I'm saying with out the actually words, I love you. Not just as a best friend, or a sister, but as a woman that I am. I love you, or at least I think I do. If its not love, then I don't know what it is. Its scary and exciting when we talk. I dream about you every night. My wish is to feel your kiss on my lips. My dream is to be in your arms for all eternity. But thats all they are, dreams and wishes, never to come true. And now you know why I won't talk tonight, why all I am saying is "Hmm." But thats not all. You love her so much, and you tell me all the time. Its rather like slapping me in my face with my own heart after you've stomped on it. It hurts. Everytime I talk to you, I ask myself why I am putting myself through this torture. And I never have an answer. All I know is that I crave your company so bad, I crave the next words you speak. When we first met, I thought I'd finally found someone who would cherish me. then you told me that you and she were together again, and my heart broke into a million pieces. And I hid it well. I still hide it to this day. And whats worst is that I like her. I really do. She fits you very nicely. She's very sweet and kind. She damn near perfect in every way. And that makes me hate her in a way. But I can't hate her, for I love her too damn much. What a mess I am on this night. I am in love with you, and I also love the one who has you. Dear God, I pray for these feelings to leave me. Amen.
Hating people and making them hate me is what I do. It doesn't matter if I did it intentionally or not. For years, I have been living my life giving disappointment, hatred, and putting those people's lives in danger. I don't care because that's how they made me feel.
But why am I conscious of what you think about me? Why do I feel the need to obey, respect and make you think that I am a good person? What power do you think you hold? And who do you think you are?
Eventually, feelings grew, mine became love that I want to keep for eternity.
We both tried our best to fight for the love that we think we deserve. We both promised ourselves to conquer the waves and climb mountains to reach the hands of the person that we love. We strive hard to protect the string, and to not let anyone or anything cut them.
We were so desperate that we forgot it wasn't just the string that connects us. It was also our love, our souls and our fate.
Our love was so deep that if one tries to touch it, they drown. Our souls were so intertwined that we became one till death. And our fate was cursed... that we ended like this...
Did fate really play with us? Or it just puts us in a place where no one could drown in our love and to break the curse?
Status: Completed.
Date Started: July 23, 2022
Date Completed: September 8, 2023
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