In it happens to us to fall in love with someone we can’t have. Unrequited love can be very painflifeul, which means that we must literally give up the person and feelings towards that person.
Love? What does it mean to be loved or loved at all? does it really exist or do we just live in the delusion that we are loved or that we love? Maybe it still exists, but in stories and fairy tales, because in real life I’m not quite sure. But even if there is, why do people separate from each other, why do they hurt those who love them? is it the purpose of life, to hurt. I often wonder why God created two, who love each other, but have to walk different paths. Why is the world not one, and why do distances always have to separate us from a loved one?
so when night falls, when the lights go out and I am left alone in the four walls, I often think about what all could have been, and was not. it is difficult when darkness reigns in life, days pass, one after another, but it seems to us "one day as a year", as if time stands still. we hope for something, that we will meet someday. And the road to that end is very thorny and bitter. They say time is the best medicine, time cures everything? Maybe, but those visible wounds, because those that are on the heart, that time doesn't help. no matter how much time has passed, no matter how many tears shed some wounds have not healed, some hearts remain broken and some lips whisper just that one name.
Sitting like this on a rainy night, I think about how we could have been a couple. Black hair, blue eyes, a piercing look that knocks him off his feet. I loved just one such person. Ma, listen you loved me? I still love him. Although I know we will never be together because it is impossible.
It's just an illusion. Don't despair. For love, they should both love, when you both feel that horror, flowing through your whole body only when you imitate yourself. When everything around you stops for a moment, and at that moment you are just the two of you.