Bittersweet

My heart aches, I have the same heart sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, the same one I had months ago. Tears fill my eyes all over again, remembering the drive home after that last cold conversation, I held it together in front of you, I didn't want you to see the power you came to have over me... I would not break down in front of you, but the moment I drove away, tears covered my face, and I screamed out in pain; I couldn't breathe, I felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest.

Days before it happened, I could feel that something was off, your messages got shorter, you stopped calling me, when we did speak, it was clear something had changed. The feeling overwhelmed my heart, it was constant torment day and night. I hated the way you looked at me that day, it wasn't sadness, it was pity... I felt like you looked at me like a lost puppy that stayed following you. It made me hate myself, I hated myself for how I felt, I hated that I gave you the power to make me feel so low.

Maybe I'm overthinking things, but can you blame me? I know the feelings never really went away, that's how we fell back into sync so easily. I know the situation is more than complicated, but neither of us can deny what is between us, maybe we can't put a label on it now, maybe one day we'll figure it out.

But for now, this is what I know... I miss you when you're not near, your laugh is the happiest sound I've ever heard, seeing you cry shatters my heart, and I ache and burn for your touch. Maybe one day you'll be able to find words for how you feel, I won't push, I won't rush; you know what's in your heart and you know what's in mine.

Unrequited love is a silent phantom that haunts many hearts, casting a shadow over the joy of affection with its somber touch. It's a tale as old as time, where one's feelings pour out like a river, only to find no sea to welcome them. The ache of longing without reciprocation is a heavy burden, often carried in the quiet solitude of one's soul. Yet, even in the midst of this sorrow, there is a bittersweet beauty in the depth of feeling that such love can reveal within us.