Unrequited Love.
Love comes in different forms... It’s a weird
feeling... The feeling might be mutual or not, be accepted by the other person or not!! But the feeling is weird!!
It is said that one sided love is one of the
purest form of love! It doesn't expect the other person to accept us, or
reciprocate to our feelings... But we still love them; wish the best for them, and
always have a shoulder for them to lean their head on and ears to listen to
whatever they say.
Imagine.
You are in love with someone; someone
who you have always thought to be perfect (or looked perfect with all of his
imperfections).
A couple of years ago, when you opened your heart about your
feelings for him, he walked away saying he is not looking for any commitment
and he fears of ending the beautiful friendship bond you both share.
You let go all the feelings because you want him in your life. He comes back and with no option left, you start hiding your feelings so he
thinks you have moved on. But, you have not.
You still hope, someday he will
say he loves you too.
Couple of years passes by…
Now, you both are best friends, and each time you
decide to tell him your feelings, you stop yourself, waiting for 'right moment'.
One day, at 4 am, he calls you. He says he needs
to talk. You receive the call and he talks and talks about something which was
troubling him, a lot.
In all that hour-long talk, he unknowingly says,
he is dating a girl, which you long were aware off but didn't think it being
true!
That hurts! Hurts a lot and you want to scream,
"So when I told you about my feelings, you weren't ready. And now, out of
nowhere you are? And dating her? And not me! Who has been there through ups and
downs, seen your anger, love, success, when you wanted to talk about something
or someone, it was me who was there! Even now, I am listening to you, where you
are just venting yourself out!! Did you ever ask anything about me? You say
that ask anyone if you have ever hurt any girl... But you forgot the one you
are talking to right now! No the wounds are not healed, okay? They were just band-aid for further, deeper cuts and more bleeding. But all these months I never
let you know even a bit that yes you hurt me. But still, I love you with all my heart,
and you are my best friend and no one, no one can ever take your place!"
But you just listen to him, nodding in between.
He talks for another some minutes. All this while
you think, what should I say that will make him calm down, nonetheless you have tried your bit a couple of times, but in vain!
Once he has finished, you say, "Just calm
down, okay? Things when they are meant to fall in places, they will! No matter
how you want or what you do. So just relax and don't let such stupid things
ruin your peace of mind, you haven't slept properly anyways, so go, go to sleep now."
He sighs and says,"yes, you are right, I
haven't slept or laughed in a long time it’s just me, work and that's it! Life is shit! I earn and earn but no time to do what I really love to!!"
You listen to him and to lighten the whole serious mood, you crack some lame joke and he laughs! In
reciprocation, you too laugh, and hearing your laugh, he laughs more :)
That's when your heart is pierced with a stinging
pain - it’s me, who can handle all your pain, tensions, and make you laugh and
get you back to sleep peacefully, but the sad part? You chose someone else over
me! Which is still fine, but all the sad, bad, good, happy things you share to
me without any second thoughts, and yet you don't realize it may be a
sensible thing to date me! I have seen you all serious and sad, happy and joyful; and still feel you are one perfect soul!!
You don't say that, of course, all you say is
"Goodnight and sleep well, don’t think about any stupid stuff! Call me if
needed, anytime."
And when he disconnects the call, you sit there on your bed, all
alone! Thinking about the confession he had done, unknowingly.
Yet with more love in your heart, which he won’t understand, ever!
And maybe, just maybe another love story was left
incomplete. To hurt the many years to come.
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