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2 - Unrequited

Hey there,


So, here's the thing – love is supposed to be this beautiful, magical thing that makes your heart skip a beat and your stomach do somersaults. But let me tell you, love can also be like standing at the edge of a cliff, knowing that there's no soft landing waiting for you.


For the ease of telling the story, let's call me Raj. Yeah, I know, not the most unique name, but hey, bear with me. So there was this girl, Simran. Classic, right? Well, she wasn't just any girl. She was that burst of color in a world of black and white, the one who made the sun shine a little brighter.


The thing is, Simran was already someone else's. She was with Aman, the nice guy who made her laugh and was there for her in ways I couldn't be. Yet, my heart did this crazy thing – it fell for her, hard. It was like my brain and my heart were having this epic WWE match, and let me tell you, my heart was winning.


I would see them together, Simran and Aman, and a part of me would crumble. Every laugh they shared felt like a tiny dagger in my chest, and every touch they exchanged felt like a punch to my gut. But you know what? I stuck around. Call it stupidity, call it masochism, call it whatever you want – I just couldn't walk away from her.


I tried everything. I tried to convince myself that I could be the better guy for her. I rehearsed all these grand speeches in my head, thinking that maybe, just maybe, she'd see the light and choose me. But life isn't a Bollywood movie, and I'm not the hero who gets the girl in the end.


I watched from the sidelines as their relationship blossomed, and it tore me apart. I was like that sad song on repeat, the one that everyone wants to skip but can't help but listen to. I saw their love story unfold while mine remained stuck on the first page.


You know what the worst part is? Simran was a genuinely amazing person. She deserved all the love and happiness in the world, and seeing her with Aman brought a strange mix of joy and heartache. I wanted her to be happy, even if it wasn't with me. I know, it sounds all noble and selfless, but honestly, it was just another way for my heart to torture itself.


But life moves on, doesn't it? Slowly, as I watched Simran and Aman, I began to realize that I couldn't keep holding on to something that wasn't meant for me. Love is supposed to uplift you, not bring you down. So, I made peace with my feelings – the ones that Simran would never know about – and decided to write my own story.


Unrequited love is a tough pill to swallow. It's like standing in the rain, hoping for a rainbow, even when the storm shows no sign of clearing. But here's the thing I've learned – life goes on, and so does love. Maybe not the way you imagined, maybe not with the person you thought, but it does go on.


So, to all of you out there nursing unrequited love, remember this – your heart is stronger than you think. It might be bruised, it might be battered, but it still beats. And who knows, maybe someday, someone will come along who'll make your heart dance to a brand-new tune.


Till then, keep the faith, keep the memories, and keep writing your own story. After all, the heart is a pretty good storyteller, even when the plot doesn't go as planned.


With Love,

Atreidus

Comments

  1. Anonymous14 August 2023 at 16:41

    Waiting for the next page!!!
    Better be fast Atreidus:)

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  2. Anonymous16 August 2023 at 14:11

    Love is so amazing that it makes all the other aspects of life seem worth less. A drug which intoxicates the highest euphoria. You never want come out of it (even after realising it's way out of your hands ). With love (been there)

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