“What’s it like,” she whispers into the shadows of night. “To love someone with your entire being and experience that type of love in return?”
True love isn’t something that happens often.
For some, they may never find it. For others, it comes more than once in a lifetime. You’ll know you have it when you’re with someone and they don’t just make you happy, because plenty of people can come along and make you happy, but they make you the best possible version of yourself. They’ll bring you up on your bad days, celebrate with you on your better days, give you strength and hope and courage and newfound wisdom as you grow together.
They’re not just someone you’re compatible with and enjoy being around. If you’re one of the lucky ones who found this true love, hold on to it. Fight like hell for it every day. Don’t ever let it slip away. Because you’ll never be the same once it’s gone.
I know this because I was one of those fools who let it slip between my fingertips… slowly watching it fade into the distance like the sunset collapsing slowly into the dark night sky.
And even if I’m not one of those few who can find true love like that again… you are. You’ve found another person in this world who makes you happy, who you miss when they’re gone as if they’re a part of you.
It’s no longer my presence you crave or my hand you wish to hold. It’s no longer my soft lips you wish you kiss goodnight before you drift off to sleep each night. It’s no longer my arms you need wrapped around you or my touch you desire.
But let me tell you this. True love usually comes only once, but you’re a lucky one. You have a future and you have happiness with another person who makes you feel complete.
And if that’s the case, what kind of person would I be to stand in your way of that?
I yearn for something I’ll never have again
For something I can never get back
I saw poetry in your eyes and, right then and there, I knew I was under your spell.
One day I’ll stop hoping
That your words were written
With me in mind
I should be happy for you, I know I should. But there’s a sharp ache in my chest – knowing you’ll never look at me the way you look at her.
How can you still not see?
The one I want, the girl I’ve been searching for: it’s you.
I’ve never been one to open up. But with you, I couldn’t stop myself. Everything I felt… it just forced its way out. Raw honesty was all I knew when it came to you. I used to be so distant, cold, closed off, walls up. But everyone knows all it takes is the right person coming along to break through those walls.
But suddenly, I began to learn the truth about what you needed me to be. You didn’t want to be with me. You just needed an emotional crutch to help you through. And I was vulnerable, so I let you take what you needed, regardless of the cost. Even when the weight became too heavy for me to hold.
We’d never be what I wanted us to be, but you kept reaching out, so I remained hopeful. And I continued to fall.
When I finally mustered up the courage to take what was between us a step further, you weren’t ready. I pushed you too far and soon realized a hard lesson to learn.
I learned the hard way that you can’t force someone to feel the same way you do.
You’d never be able to feel for me, and I was shattered. I slipped on my sneakers, running faster and further than ever before. But even when I stopped running, the pain remained. And reality set in that I needed to let you go.
The stranger I longed for needed to remain just a forever what-if.
I don’t even know how it happened. One day, I finally admitted I was living a lie and mustered up the courage. I never knew it would lead me to you. I certainly never expected… this.
I remember how mesmerized I was by the sight of you. Your smile radiated your spirit right through. I wasn’t certain of much at that moment, but I was certain about you.
Everything came so naturally for me, for us. I spilled my heart out and being vulnerable never felt so right.
Soon, just the thought of you would make me giddy. I’d smile in public. I’d laugh out loud, not caring who heard me. Your quirky comments made my life less of a burden. I didn’t care about what crumbled around me, because I had you and everything was right.
I fought exhaustion each night, desperate to keep talking to you. Refusing to ever say goodnight.
You shared a portion of your heart with me. Your words had me enchanted. You let your guard down, just to let someone like me in. And it was beyond beautiful, no amount of words I write could ever do it justice. I was inspired. I realized I finally found what I’d been searching for months, years even, to find.
Someday I’ll tell you how I truly feel about you. I’ll muster up the courage, tear myself open, expose myself for what I am. A coward. Because that’s how I feel.
I hide my feelings, unsure why I’m afraid. Rejection? Loss of a friendship? I’ll never truly know.
Someday I’ll be brave. Someday I’ll be vulnerable. Someday I’ll let you in on my secret. Just not today.
It’s you. The one that I’ve been aching for. It’s you. It has always been you.
And the ghost of you lies beside me, the moment I close my eyes.
There are dozens of beautiful faces, but I’m always scanning the crowd in search of yours.
— Even though I know you aren’t here.
I’ve never felt more like myself than I have felt when I was alone with you.
I’ll never be her – the one you crave so badly. Even if I may be exactly what you need. But here I am, longing for something that will never have a chance to blossom. Dreaming of a fantasy that will never come true.
— Because I’ll never be her.
I hate wanting something I can never have
What hurts even worse
Is that you will never even know
you are everything I want