THIS BEAUTIFUL THING
I love this thing... because this thing is infallible. It is never wrong. It is not a bad thing and nor is it an ugly thing. No, it is not ugly.
It's a beautiful thing.
In fact it's a ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming thing.
This thing... It is attraction, it is flirtation, it is euphoria, it is doubt, it is trust, it is lust, it is life, it is truth – it is all that and so much more.
The first time you experience this you feel dizzy.
I know I did.
My stomach churned, I wanted to ask Pluto to stop time so I could try and find the energy in me to breathe.
I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I didn't want to do anything that could stop that amazing rush I got flowing through my body.
I tried to fight it at first, this feeling... it was wrong wasn't it? But as time went on, and after seeing you every day and fighting with you... I told myself – hey, I could learn to live with this feeling.
I told myself that this feeling I have, I will no longer question it; I will not question its origins nor will I question its effect on me.
I will embrace it.
This love I feel, I will simply enjoy it.
And the reason I will?
Because this love? It could very possibly, could be the one...
I look into your awe-inspiring azure eyes and I can't help but sigh.
Our blonde-haired best friend, and in fact your lover, is hanging off of your arm, grinning as she snatches the book from your hands and playfully pecks your cheek to appease you before you can protest.
Our eyes lock and you send a warm smile my way. I return it, if not with only half the enthusiasm I usually would. You look at me with concern and I swiftly make an excuse to leave the shrine.
I walk into my apartment an hour later, my body tired and spent and slump down onto my bed.
If only you saw me in that way, my love.
I will not force it nor will I force myself on you.
For this is love; if it is mean to be, it will be.
This love is one-sided and my heart heaves with the pain of having such an unrequited love. But I can bear it. I can survive every day alone, because I have survived so much on my own already.
But I can bear it.
And why?
Because this love... could very well be the one.
A/N - Thanks for reading.