I don’t think he truly ever understood how I felt. Everyday I would write him a letter hoping that the words would replace the feelings that were burning inside of me. But they never did. Every word and every ounce of love lived inside of me for two years. I would try, day after day, to erase the memory of his soft smile and his blue eyes. But it wasn’t until he looked me in the eyes and told me I was selfish for loving him. He looked me in the eyes and didn’t see in me what I saw in him. And that’s when I realized that this love was a one way street. He would never love me.. not the way that I loved him. From that day on his memory left my mind and the love that once burned intensely has finally died off. I no longer look into his eyes and see love. I see a stranger.
Have you ever felt a potential love for someone?
Like, you don’t actually love them and you know you don’t, but you know you could. You realise that you could easily fall in love with them. It’s almost like the bud of a flower, ready to blossom but it’s just not quite there yet. And you like them a lot, you really do. You think about them often, but you don’t love them. You could, though. You know you could.
My god the accuracy of this statement