Unrequited Romance - Blog Posts

You walked up to me and covered my eyes   from behind.

Years later your touch lingers still.

I don't know what to do

I am not starved for touch

I am starved for you

Tho you making a bad choice is the only hope I have of you choosing me.

The hope, that you may never read these words.

The fear, that you may never read these words.

Don't stab me in the back. Stab me in the front so I can hug you as I draw my last Breath.

You are my most painful past that i don't want to change.

My every nothing is you. My everything is us

Yes. Yes indeed.

Day 2710th of trying to be happy in your happiness

Day 2710 of failure

Day 2710th of trying to be happy in your happiness

Day 2710 of failure

Oh the conflict between wanting to tell you everything I want to say and wanting to sit with you in silence forever. Watching clouds.

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-Is someone getting married?

Why didn't you tell her?

-Hasrat hi rahe to behtar hai ...

Chaand haansil ho jaye,to kahan chaand lagta hai.

Translation

It is better to have regrets, than to have the moon obtained.

how does one get over a summer love?

My final note to you

I still love you. Just not enough to cry about it anymore. Just not enough to ruin my life. You are like… something that I like to look at. And listen to, talk with, joke with, be around. But something I will never have. That’s okay. I am just fine watching you from afar.

At this point being in love with you has become a part of my personality. So what’ll happen if I stop?

I could stare at you forever. I wish you were mine.

it’s hard to hate someone when you can remember what it was like to love them. I wish I could erase all memories of you from my mind.

I want you to dig your hands into my flesh and pull all my bones out one by one and get rid of this humming ache under my skin

I miss you. You make me feel safe. More than you make me feel sick. Whenever I have moments of peace, I think of you. I wish you were there with me.

I miss the way you used to look at me. I spend most of my time living in memories and trying to remember what you sound like.

thought of you a lot today… idk why. I miss you. You have a soft voice and warm skin.

every time I decide I’m done with you, for some godforsaken reason, I dream about you the same night

next time you say something even slightly mean or offensive I’m going right for your throat

I hope you die, *****. Or I hope you move away forever and I never see you again. But it’d be satisfying if you just died. I wish I could forget you existed and erase all my memories of you. But it’d be more realistic if you just died.

I wanna talk to you so badly but then why does every conversation with you taste bitter and make me feel sick

I always type long messages for you and then leave them there. I’m worried I might accidentally hit send one day.

I wish you loved me as violently and consumingly as I love you

I thought I felt this way because I miss you but I probably just have a disorder. Maybe it’s both.

if I think about you long enough or hard enough will I cross your mind?

all I can do is stare at your name and hope that something will happen

All I want is you. Please don’t leave. Please don’t leave to be with her. I love you so much. Please leave her and be with me. Please please please please please I love you. You’re literally the male version of me we’d be so great together. Please I’d make you feel like a king every day. I love you please don’t leave. You’re so soft and warm and beautiful and you have the greatest smile and laugh and eyes and I love you so much. Please don’t leave.

do you know what it’s like to crave a person?