This is a tale of heartbreak.
I was already in love with someone when I met him. I shall call him 'A' only. In this story I made a fool of myself so many times that I can not even begin to describe. As I said, I was already in love with someone,and close to tying the knot, when I first met him. Our first encounter went smoothly enough. But ever since, I had dreams about him...
When he smiled at me, I couldn't understand the feeling. As if there was a string around my chest, which was tightened. My heart ached for that smile. I couldn't figure it out. Funny, I don't remember what he was wearing that day, but I remember that smile. It was like I was standing in a big green field, and smelling wild flowers.
I asked him out on a date and he refused. I went into overdrive and lost my sleep for one week. Ultimately I made such a needy, vulnerable pest of myself that he got quite irritated with me. Can I blame him? No. Can I blame myself? No. I needed to see him smiling. If that means I will never get to tell him that I loved him, so be it.
But that smile... I live for that smile and that face. I stay up all night looking at his window, waiting for him to come and shut the door, so I can see his face once. I wish to hold him, kiss him, and take all his pain in my hand and erase it. But I am not allowed to. I want to sit beside him all night and watch him sleep. I want him to kiss me back, stroke my hair and smile his sweet smile at me. But I am not allowed to.
I fell in love with a man, who is not mine to love. What am I going to do with this heart? I gave it to him, can't take it back. I will leave this place, probably forget all about him, move on with my life, and be happily married. But that smile... I wish I could describe better how it felt to see him smile.
I was already in love with someone when I met him. I shall call him 'A' only. In this story I made a fool of myself so many times that I can not even begin to describe. As I said, I was already in love with someone,and close to tying the knot, when I first met him. Our first encounter went smoothly enough. But ever since, I had dreams about him...
When he smiled at me, I couldn't understand the feeling. As if there was a string around my chest, which was tightened. My heart ached for that smile. I couldn't figure it out. Funny, I don't remember what he was wearing that day, but I remember that smile. It was like I was standing in a big green field, and smelling wild flowers.
I asked him out on a date and he refused. I went into overdrive and lost my sleep for one week. Ultimately I made such a needy, vulnerable pest of myself that he got quite irritated with me. Can I blame him? No. Can I blame myself? No. I needed to see him smiling. If that means I will never get to tell him that I loved him, so be it.
But that smile... I live for that smile and that face. I stay up all night looking at his window, waiting for him to come and shut the door, so I can see his face once. I wish to hold him, kiss him, and take all his pain in my hand and erase it. But I am not allowed to. I want to sit beside him all night and watch him sleep. I want him to kiss me back, stroke my hair and smile his sweet smile at me. But I am not allowed to.
I fell in love with a man, who is not mine to love. What am I going to do with this heart? I gave it to him, can't take it back. I will leave this place, probably forget all about him, move on with my life, and be happily married. But that smile... I wish I could describe better how it felt to see him smile.
