365 Days of Writing: Day 2

The Unrequited love poem
How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?

**This one took me a few minutes to consider.  One of the earliest lessons we learn in life is that not everyone we love feels the same about us.  It's common and happens frequent enough to me even now, that I'm indifferent towards it. It's not the worst thing that can happen to an individual.

Don't get me wrong, it does suck when someone doesn't feel the same.  Currently I'm crushing hardcore on a guy who's got a smile that'd knock you into next week, it's THAT lovely.  Does he like me? Does he know I exist apart from our brief interactions? I hightly doubt it. Does that thought bother me? Just a little. But it doesn't ruin my day. I don't spend my days thinking, "Woah is me, handsome smile guy doesn't know I exist. Life sucks. ::Sobs in a corner::"

To be able to love someone is a gift in and of itself.  Love, my friends, is beautiful on its own.  The idea of it. The feelings it brings into your heart and mind, the person it can change you into; it's all beneficial.  At least, I know this is true for me.

But, loving someone who you think feels the same, then finding out that they don't, well, that's another matter.
**End note.

You know when you wake up from a dream where you've had everything you ever wanted? You were happy, beautiful, and the sun always shined. Then, suddenly, reality smacks you hard across the face to wake you, proclaiming you've been sleeping too much. So, you reluctantly get out of bed to a cold, gray, room, to begin your day feeling like you got hit by a truck?

That's what it was like loving my Volpe.

I clung to every word;
Every lie you uttered was spun gold.
You were sunlight itself come to brighten my dark days.
Life felt magical.
It felt meaningful.
Anything felt possible when I was around you.
You were everything good in a world turned sour by death, loss, and oblivion.

Then the veil parted, and I saw you for what you were,
A shadow.
A ghost.
A wraith, come to pluck at my heartstrings and laugh at my foolishness.
I suffocated and choked on your once healing words,
Frantically gasping for air as you took it away.
Drowning in a sea of my own tears and confusion.
Deafened by my own screams of denial.
I lost the game I never knew we were playing.

Life is less bright now.
Less magical.
You turned what I knew of love into a lie.
You made me doubt the one thing I felt sure of.

Loving you, Volpe...feels like a thousand serrated knives piercing my heart each waking moment I think of you.