I am the victim of an unrequited love. The love I feel cannot be shared or returned. I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands. I want to be looked at and adored the way he used to look at and adore me. I don’t want this, I scream it. I feel it, the pain is raw and trapped like a wild animal running rampage in my veins. My skin is weeping and my words are failing but I know one thing to be very true. What we had was real, it was free and wonderful. And when I grow older I will show my children all the keepsakes I have kept and I will show them the journey of love and passion that was was my first love.
I may be a victim of unrequited love and I may now be alone in this but heaven knows, I have made it this far. I will go on.