Love?by H3dg3h0g
He loved her. She doesn't know. He was too shy to express his love for her. She still doesn't know. He didn't know about her feelings to him. Perhaps she didn't like him? Perhaps she despises him even? He didn't know.
But still, everyday, he thought of her, while she had probably forgotten about him anyway. They met before at a gathering. When he first saw her amongst the fairies and elves, he was surprise to see she was different from the rest. He was afraid of her at first. Then after a while, they talked. They opened up to each other, ignoring the other fairies and elves. Soon, he discovered what was inside her; she was definitely different from the others.
He liked the way she talked, the way she acted, the way she does things, even the way she imagine things. She was definitely different from the other beautiful fairies and elves with their slender legs and long ears that would make a male love-struck. But not he, he thought they were boring, all the same. But she stood out from the crowd. And since then, he secretly admired her from afar.
When it was time for the gathering to finish, he was reluctant to leave, but all good things must come to an end, so off they went to their separate homes. With a last glance to her, he went back to his home.
He always wrote poetry and stories about his sadness or about her. He thought of her day and night, unable to forget her. Only a few close friends of his knew about it. He didn't see her anymore since the gathering, tormenting him. How terrible is love. Missing someone is as if someone was lashing you with a poisoned whip, while you, feeling the pain, don't die at all, tormented forever till you at last, forget.
He didn't want to forget about her, even if it means being tormented, he doesn't want to forget about her. He will spend his days forever, missing her, and tormented.
Or is there hope for them? . . . . .