[I don't think I can't give this a summary... Just read...]
This is a pretty deep & personal short story I wrote recently while I let my mind wander about the amazing person I've fallen in love with... I'm close to the person, but they don't love me. It needs to stay that way so it doesn't mess up the relationship they're in right now. Although it hurts knowing that they aren't with me, as long as they're happy with their lover, I'll be able to handle it. All I want is for them to lead a happy life. Even if it doesn't include me.
Cold. Empty. Lonely... I can't take the things I feel
anymore; especially not packed together like they are.
It hurts too much to deal with & I could easily
kill myself.
But I can't.
It's not that I don't have the courage; it isn't
because of my family. It's them; the person who
holds my heart without knowing it.
I've lost count of the days & night, minutes
lost, just thinking about them.
I imagine what it would feel like to have their
arms around me, lips on mine, or even feel their
warm breath fanning my skin as we lay together;
just holding each other, nothing more. I would
kill to have them say those three words to
me just once.
Even if their voice sounded sincere, but
they weren't, I would still be happy because
it was directed to me.
How could one person mean so much to me?
How could one person be enough for me to make
myself suffer?
I don't know. I can't explain it. It's just the
way I feel in my heart.
If I EVER were to lose them, I know I
would give in to the pain. I would no longer have
anything to live for anymore without them.
As long as I can hear their sweet voice,
smell their intoxication scent, & see their
gorgeous face, I will hold on. All of this is
enough for me; even without having their love.
As long as they are alive & do not harbor
hatred towards me, my life will be bearable.
Until the day they leave the world, I will love
them. And after I'm gone, I know my soul
will keep loving them.