sad modern drabble for WeatherBug02 since I spent half an hour crying while rereading Banished and After All These Years. I'd say something but small kids probably read this so I'll refrain.

L O V E

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Is but a common word,

Yet yearned so dearly.

And hurts far more than where imagination takes you

when denied

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I don't think that anyone could describe the pain of watching someone you've been infatuated with for years, end up with someone else.

People claim that physical pain can only be felt if you're bruised or have cuts or injuries, but I doubt it. Not as a philosopher, but as a human that yearns the feeling of being loved.

Not just romantically, I sound stupid but overall selfish, but I'm not denying it, I want the love of a parent, an aunt or uncle, a family's love. It's selfish to say, but wouldn't you want the one thing that you've been denied all your life?

What do you do when you're a child, and scared. Scared of booming thunder, clashing lightning, the shadows lurking in the dark? You'd want parent with you. What do you do when you don't have that? Either

a) Hide under the covers, as they are a magical force field where nothing can get you.

b) Softly cry until you're

1- Out of tears

2- So drained that you fall asleep.

If there's anything I learned as a rich person, no amount of money, no seven feet tall stacks of pizza could ever fill that void.

And you know the ironic part about it? When you feel like nothing could possibly be more painful, but fate deems it otherwise. A friend of mine, that I've been infatuated with since the year I've known her, is more than likely getting married within the year I'm losing her. Call me insane, tell me that I'm deluded, but I know that my hopes are already far too high when I say that I thought she might've liked me back, a handful of years ago.

And I'd like to thank Franco Blanc, Yes, his last name literally means white in French, for putting me out of my ridiculous middle school fantasy. What did my friend do? He walked up to her, said the worst pickup line I've heard, If you were a fruit, you'd be a fineapple. But, a cutecumber would work too. And asked her on a date. Laughing, which was the sound of a goat and a horse snorting, she agreed, mainly because of how terrible the pickup line was.

Now, multiple years later, white frank had asked me, a single man, unmarried, which was the best way to propose. I told him to google it, and google it he did. He popped out of a coffin, saying the words,

"Every second I spend without you, my heart increases in number of deadly illnesses. Every hour without you, I slowly start to die. A day spent without you, is like death, but a far worse punishment. As if I'm trapped in a small, dark solitude, with the sun, the light of my life, away from me." As he leaned down on one knee, with her in awe and confusion, glazed eyes and all, the first thing she did was punch him in the arm, a tear slipping down her face, as she called him a crude name that would make a sailor blush, but just resorted to sniffing and wiping away her face on the black dress, muttering about how she hated the faux death news.

Franco, still kneeling, reached into the pocket of his 'memorial suit' and pulled out a puffed up thick handkerchief, and handed it to her, who wiped it with the bulky thing, still muttering. "There's something in there that I'd like you to see, you don't have to accept it," He had said as she slowly unraveled the rather large material, revealing a slim, rose gold box no bigger than an inch. She opened it, and was only partially surprised to find a silver ring inside, with a topaz in it, cut into the shape of the sun.

A tiny inscription on the inside caught her attention. For the light and warmth in my life. "I just want you to know how much you mean to me." He had finished, gleaming. He had taken her hands into his, revealing crescent like cuffs.

"Mà chère," He stared, lovingly. "I am but a moon, lost without the sun, I revolve around it for it is truly the center of my attention, there can never be darkness, without any light. You're my happiness, even in the darkest times, you're the light that brings me hope and shines on to lead me far. And I wouldn't have any complains if it stays like that forever. Will you marry me?" He finished his romantic speech, as people awed and all I could manage was a small smile, which was forced.

And after a moment of silence, instead of a blatant yes, she sank into his arms, and agreed to slip the ring on.

And now, months later, I'm waiting at the altar. She's but a vision of white silk and roses, face hidden by the veil. She walks up the steps, says the vows, the priest smiles, and everyone cheers. The groom sweeper her up into a passionate kiss as the adults cover their children's eyes and try to muffle their giggles.

And they life happily ever after.

yet, I don't.