“I loved her in silence, in longing, in dreams where she never stayed. Some desires are never fulfilled — they simply live on, quietly, inside us.”
The truth is, even today, after knowing everything, I love her. That’s my reality. I love her the same way I did a year ago — unconditionally, unwaveringly.
But there’s another truth, not mine, yet one that affects me deeply: she doesn’t love me. She loves someone else. She’s waiting for that boy to change in ways that just aren’t happening.
How ironic it is — the one I love, loves someone else. She wishes for something from him, while I wish for everything beautiful for her.
I’m trying hard to live with this truth, but it hurts — just knowing that we can’t be together, at least not today.
I’ve stopped clinging to the past or dreaming up a future with her, even in distorted fantasies.
Beneath the surface, it’s even tougher.
Every girl I pass on the street — I look for her, even though I know she’s elsewhere.
In every dream, it’s still her.
If there’s one thing I want, at all costs, it’s for her to be happy — truly happy, blossoming into the incredible woman she’s meant to be.
I want the best for her.
But it’s hard to watch her suffer, waiting for someone else’s love to meet her hopes.
I don’t know if I’ll ever find happiness with someone else.
And maybe, she won’t find it with me, given where her heart already belongs.
