Loving him
It is hard to love someone when you don't feel it is reciprocated
when you put all your heart and soul, into that person,
so much, it takes your breath away.
It hurts when you know it's not returned with the same intensity,
and you are loved as a dear friend, instead of with the pureness
and life changing love that you give, unselfishly.
It's a see-saw. I get some attention, and then it's taken back
for a brief moment, I feel fulfilled, and then in an instant
it's gone.
My heart, mind, body, and soul ache for someone I have never
met, and probably never will. For his heart belongs to another.
How lucky is she to receive the pure love of this man!
My heart is in his hands....and I watch with fear, as I am afraid
that it will be broken, irreparably, ripped to shreds. My heart
was kept in a box, and I gave him the box, and the key to it. Now he
holds my heart unprotected, while staring into the eyes with whom
his heart lies.
I want the box, and my heart back.
I am afraid of loving him.
