unrequited

unrequited love is the most selfless love.

Thank god for Vegas. Seriously.A lobotomy wasn__ as effective as a weekend three hours of Red Bull away (from LA, not Pismo) where I wore the thinnest pinned stilettos, gambled like a sweaty degenerate mobster in black loafers, drank like Amy Winehouse and Charles Bukowski__ baby, and snorted throat-dripping lines of coke in a Hard Rock Hotel bathroom with four new best friends. I__ giddily rub off any one of those from the to-do list I wrote in eyeliner on my hotel bathroom mirror.

She felt tears slip from beneath her lashes, no matter how she tried to blink them back. Her heart was ablaze. It seemed that her entire life had led to this man, this moment of unexpressed love.

Deep down, I think everybody wants to be __he one_ to someone. I don__ know if I__e ever been that person to anyone else _ but I do know you are that person to me. You are the one. The only one. And you always will be.

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself to someone, and they opened you, only to discover you were not the gift they expected and they had to smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

You made me feel worthwhile_. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone_. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.

It didn__ hurt me. Not __urt_. Hurt is a four letter word. It__ short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn__ hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe_ But no. It didn__ hurt me. It didn__ __urt_ me at all.

How do you love someone and just_ walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal_. You get up, get dressed, go to work_ How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?

I still think of you every day.But I__ trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.

There__ only ever been one person I__e looked at and thought__ could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man_.And sooner or later I need to accept that he__ spending it with somebody else.

For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we_ but as long as I exist and so do you _ know that I will always love you.

It__ just never going to get any easier is it. It__ never going away, this missing you. It__ going to become a sadness I incorporate into myself _ along with all the other sadnesses _ and quietly carry around with me forever_

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life_But what hurts more is knowing you__l revise that chapter someday_._.. and you__l erase me completely.

I try to do something positive _ I socialise more_But deep down I know the truth.An entire world of people can never replace the one that I__e lost.

If you__e searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words _ you won__ find it.You can learn every language and read every word ever written _ but you__l never find what__ in your heart.How can you?He has it.

I didn__ love you to seek revenge.I didn__ love you out of loneliness or unhappiness.I didn__ love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did.I just loved you because you__e you.

There is something strangely ecstatic, oddly fascinating and infinitely magnetic about unrequited love.

You can miss places. You can miss people.Just know that what you__e really missing is the way things were. And even if you could go there again_. see them again_. you can__ go back.They__e not the same.You__e not the same.The loss of them changed you.