anidealofhope
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Everyday I wonder...will it change? Will she finally see me as something worth loving? Someone worth giving importance to? There's so much I would do to see a smile on her face...yet it doesn't matter. Because she won't know. She can't know. It'd ruin everything. Or would it? Is there someone out there feeling the same way I do? Or am I alone? Is she happy? Is there something I could do to help? Should I send her a message? No, she'll think there's something more to it, or she'll think I'm annoying. But would she? Or could she be feeling horrible and need to talk to someone? Maybe sending her a message could let her realise how much I care?
These are just some of the cyclic thoughts that run through the mind of Ryan every single day. Someone who loves someone more than anything else. Who feels lonely with amazing people surrounding him. Amazing friends. Loving family. Yet he still feels lonely? How the hell is that even possible? Because he has loved someone as if they are the most precious thing in his life. And then he finally figures out a way to move on...and then ends up falling again, but even harder this time. How do I know this guy so much? Because I am him.
The days drag, watching all your friends in happy relationships, seeing them all happy: smiling and laughing with their significant others. I know it's a completely obvious question, but I still ask myself everyday the same thing, “where's mine?” Where's my happy relationship? Where's my intimacy and love? But even those long, brutal days aren’t as bad as the longer nights. When I clutch a pillow close to my chest, imagining that it was a girl who loved me. Dealing with that loneliness is the hardest, because even sleep doesn't take it away from you. It's constant.
So I've told you a lot, but haven't given you any context. I'm 16 years old. Ever since I first remembered, I was a guy with a dream of marrying someone. This dream is one I often keep to myself, because if I told people it, they'd say I'm such a princess or ask me where my skirt is. Because stereotypes at this age freaking suck. Anyways, back to the point. That dream has followed me throughout my life, and it affects every decision I make. Because it's the one dream I want. More than anything.
At first, I believed it would happen with a movie star. I still love her with my whole heart unrequitedly but am happy. It's not a hurtful unrequited (those come later), but rather one I know won't happen, and am at peace with it. She’s a part of me and has been for 11 years. That's a long time, but she deserves it. So maybe I have massively high expectations...and yes I still feel a lot of affection to her, but I know it's not happening. It was my first crush, my first love. And I still shove love and affection onto her so that I can at least feel like there was someone to love who wouldn't say no. Meeting her last year was a surreal experience.
Over the course of the last four years, I've had 4 crushes, 4 people I've given my heart to. Well, maybe not in the same way, the first being exactly what you assume a stupid high school crush would be. The second, quite similar. But by the third, I noticed something was different. I said I loved her to my best friend. And I really meant it then, and looking back on it, I sometimes wonder why I thought that. When she found out, she didn't take it well. Other than in a group context, we hardly talk now, and I do miss our friendship. But I knew where she stood. That was my first taste of ‘unrequited love’ in the way people describe it. I would've done nearly anything for her in that time, and lived and died on any words she said about me. This time...I fell with the understanding I wouldn't go that deep again. And trust me, I didn't. I went deeper.
I live and die with every smile on her face. I take her sadness as my own. When I see her looking down, I feel myself get sad. And I'm meant to be happy when she's happy right? Even though it's with another guy? That would be the correct thing to do. The strong thing to do. Yet somehow, someway, I can't. I will say to her that I'm glad she's happy and smile along when my friends compliment them as a couple, nodding as if I wasn't breaking inside. And I'm sure some of you may think that just telling her might be the best way to go about it. Get an answer, then move on. But the truth is, I don't know if my heart or soul can take another no and still believe in love, or someone one day falling for me. I would probably shut myself off, hell maybe even just go completely solo in life. I'm patient, and I'm willing to wait...but how long should I wait? I just don't know what my options are.
I guess I find it hard to believe in love. I see it all around me. I feel it for people. But that romantic love I have dreamt of...will it ever come back to me?
That's the question that I feel as if will never be answered. Do I just accept that I'm going to be single forever? Give up my lifelong dream? Or do I believe in the future, as hard as it is to not feel heartbroken in the present.
Thankyou so much for reading!
These are just some of the cyclic thoughts that run through the mind of Ryan every single day. Someone who loves someone more than anything else. Who feels lonely with amazing people surrounding him. Amazing friends. Loving family. Yet he still feels lonely? How the hell is that even possible? Because he has loved someone as if they are the most precious thing in his life. And then he finally figures out a way to move on...and then ends up falling again, but even harder this time. How do I know this guy so much? Because I am him.
The days drag, watching all your friends in happy relationships, seeing them all happy: smiling and laughing with their significant others. I know it's a completely obvious question, but I still ask myself everyday the same thing, “where's mine?” Where's my happy relationship? Where's my intimacy and love? But even those long, brutal days aren’t as bad as the longer nights. When I clutch a pillow close to my chest, imagining that it was a girl who loved me. Dealing with that loneliness is the hardest, because even sleep doesn't take it away from you. It's constant.
So I've told you a lot, but haven't given you any context. I'm 16 years old. Ever since I first remembered, I was a guy with a dream of marrying someone. This dream is one I often keep to myself, because if I told people it, they'd say I'm such a princess or ask me where my skirt is. Because stereotypes at this age freaking suck. Anyways, back to the point. That dream has followed me throughout my life, and it affects every decision I make. Because it's the one dream I want. More than anything.
At first, I believed it would happen with a movie star. I still love her with my whole heart unrequitedly but am happy. It's not a hurtful unrequited (those come later), but rather one I know won't happen, and am at peace with it. She’s a part of me and has been for 11 years. That's a long time, but she deserves it. So maybe I have massively high expectations...and yes I still feel a lot of affection to her, but I know it's not happening. It was my first crush, my first love. And I still shove love and affection onto her so that I can at least feel like there was someone to love who wouldn't say no. Meeting her last year was a surreal experience.
Over the course of the last four years, I've had 4 crushes, 4 people I've given my heart to. Well, maybe not in the same way, the first being exactly what you assume a stupid high school crush would be. The second, quite similar. But by the third, I noticed something was different. I said I loved her to my best friend. And I really meant it then, and looking back on it, I sometimes wonder why I thought that. When she found out, she didn't take it well. Other than in a group context, we hardly talk now, and I do miss our friendship. But I knew where she stood. That was my first taste of ‘unrequited love’ in the way people describe it. I would've done nearly anything for her in that time, and lived and died on any words she said about me. This time...I fell with the understanding I wouldn't go that deep again. And trust me, I didn't. I went deeper.
I live and die with every smile on her face. I take her sadness as my own. When I see her looking down, I feel myself get sad. And I'm meant to be happy when she's happy right? Even though it's with another guy? That would be the correct thing to do. The strong thing to do. Yet somehow, someway, I can't. I will say to her that I'm glad she's happy and smile along when my friends compliment them as a couple, nodding as if I wasn't breaking inside. And I'm sure some of you may think that just telling her might be the best way to go about it. Get an answer, then move on. But the truth is, I don't know if my heart or soul can take another no and still believe in love, or someone one day falling for me. I would probably shut myself off, hell maybe even just go completely solo in life. I'm patient, and I'm willing to wait...but how long should I wait? I just don't know what my options are.
I guess I find it hard to believe in love. I see it all around me. I feel it for people. But that romantic love I have dreamt of...will it ever come back to me?
That's the question that I feel as if will never be answered. Do I just accept that I'm going to be single forever? Give up my lifelong dream? Or do I believe in the future, as hard as it is to not feel heartbroken in the present.
Thankyou so much for reading!