The worst kind of love, you know what it is?659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcLGzhm2Qhn
It’s the kind of love that everyone whispers about, because it’s so obvious. It’s the type that has to remain hidden and treated like a joke because it’s obvious what’s going on. At first, it was an exciting feeling, made me feel lightweight, the butterflies in my stomach, the fast beating of my heart, and the elation of watching you walk toward me; but it changes dramatically, the butterflies have died, my excited heartbeat has turned into pain, and my eagerness has turned into undeniable dread.
The worst kind of love I’m talking about is unrequited. It’s the worst kind of love because now everyone knows how I feel about you, including you. But, I have to pretend like it’s not true while I silently drown in embarrassment because I wasn’t ready to let you know. So now I have to watch you look relieved with that stupid grin on your face (which has always made my day), and I have to watch you hold hands with someone else. I have to treat my own feelings like a joke and squash them down like they’re nothing, just so you will remain friends with me.
I feel like a joke now, never to be taken seriously. Now when I am ready to confess, people will believe that I am joking. They will never truly take me seriously again. You will never take me seriously.
The worst kind of love is unrequited. Because I must mend my heart on my own while I pretend it’s not broken at all. Because I must smile and pretend like I’m not deeply hurt. Because I must touch you without lingering for too long.
Truly, the worst kind of love is unrequited.659Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwcJDSrHTZn
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