Thank you, Shawn Mendez, for your song about giving up, it was cool enough to decide in this matter of life and death, not physically but emotionally.
“I think unrequited love is just as valid as any other kind. It’s just as crushing and just as thrilling. No matter what happens in this situation, I want you to remember that what you are doing is selfless and beautiful and kind. You are loving someone purely because you love them, not because you think you’ll ever have your affections reciprocated. You are admiring something for its beauty, without needing to own it. Feel good about being the kind of person who loves selflessly. I think someday you’ll find someone who loves you in that exact same way.” – Taylor Swift
People think I’m the person with a lot of happiness in my tank, they didn’t know it was longing for something else. It was with pure sadness and hope.
The college journey immensely changed my life. Being one of the officers to run the school is not easy, as well as playing with yourself too. It was a roller coaster ride that everyone hates. For the time being of roaming around the game-changing building, we met. The tank of sadness found its way out to shine in the best possible way, to work hard in everything I do, to have a commitment to the work I accepted, to use the power I have to give orders. However, I want to give some orders to myself.
I should stop. It’s useless. Unrequited love is useless in this era. You see, it was tiring to join the battle that you know in yourself, you’ll never win.
As much as possible, I try to talk to you, your words are my resting place after the tiring work.
The love for you hasn’t changed. To be honest, it was intensely moving my heart to beat. It’s like the sun to its clouds, stars to their moon and water to the fishes. Why can’t I even let your words sink into my brain that you won’t let me enter that cold heart of yours and let me love you?
It’s painful. So painful that even my heart was used to it. In my life, I ate all the rejections passed by but your rejection was painful as fuck.
I can’t let my hands type your name in a day and see if you are on the line because it was my way of holding on.
But, the fuck life, stargazing in the city, its hard, really!
I put back all the shattered pieces of my heart to the nth time because I knew giving up isn’t in my blood, I had these gift to fight for I want and not giving up. I know there’s a way but fuck this weak heart.
Friendship is the sweetest gift you gave, you will give and you will ever give. What’s my catch with that?
I know, I don’t have the two appealing mountains in my chest. But love is love that even in the night I usually look up to the sky and wish one thing in this life and that’s you. Imaginations are too fun to handle, so was being happy. It was like a food with an expiration date.
I have accepted the fact that you will never feel the same way. Maybe I have to throw the hopes of my heart cause it will never happen because I’m too hard to love and complicated to be with.
I’m not good and I’m a fool. It was not real. I’m not real.
God can’t stop me to swim in the sea of hell, I will always love you like Snape to Lily. ALWAYS. I will love you from a distance and when you found the one, I will close my eyes and tell to myself, “he doesn’t know you” “you are just an imagination”
“you will die eventually with the hope he will meet you by stating your name written in your grave man”
I love, loved and will always love you.
Can you tell it to me? Even if you don’t mean it?