Do you ever have to love somebody who isn’t bound to love you back?
And I’m not finished yet…
Do you ever have to love somebody for so long, and you know [because it is pretty much clear] that this somebody is not going to love you back – like ever?
It totally, completely, horribly sucks!!!
This world is not fair to everyone, romantically speaking. There is some truth in this, and I am growing sick of it. These little feelings you have for this special somebody just come and go, every once in a while. But they don’t fucking disappear for good. Because this somebody whom we feel for is just so great, we think that nobody can ever fucking replace them in our hearts. The love of your life isn’t supposed to be one-sided, is it? Okay, maybe what I’m trying to say is that I’ve got to let these old feelings disappear in space once and for all because I’ve already stayed in this hellhole for too long. I just might throw up if I sit in here any longer.
goodbye to you.
I’m letting the idea of you go –
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit-
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow –
You may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down,
How close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit –
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Don’t. You. Quit. 🙂
Beth: I don’t know if I even believe in that anymore. The right guy. The perfect guy. The one. I’ve lost faith in “the”.
Jennifer: How do you feel about “a” and “an”?
Jennifer: So you’re considering a life without articles?
Beth: And true love.
-Attachments, R. Rowell
Love was a scribble
Every stroke so glumly done
So haphazard — that one
could ever be oblivious of
What the lines and curves
Love is a couplet
Two lines that rhyme and fit
Words are its rock —
Sweet, reassuring, dearest
Hold right and tight the plume
And the couplet runs ceaseless
Love will be
Love will be these blank pages
Pure, and white and innocent
Forever it will be waiting
Until we write on it —