This is a short monolouge I think everyone will relate too, about love with a running theme along it. As Valentine's is coming up I thought it would be cool to do a story on the theme of it all. Let me know what you think below.
Apparently he likes me. And my friend. Likes him. Sometimes I wish Cupid's arrow wouldn't hit people's hearts to love someone that does not love them back. It's not love if that happens, simply desire. Do I desire someone? Does he desire she or she desire he. It's like an endless circle of heartbreak and hope. Love is cruel to the contender, especially if the contender is close to you. Two contenders going for the same ideal- is that love or just competition? Every day I hear words uttered about him and how his eyes are so brown and is personaility so pure. Everyday those words are uttered he grows closer to me. Sometimes in touch, sometimes in sight as the jealous sight of my friend looks upon our small conversations. Which mean nothing to me. But everything to him. Is he blind to the obvious rapture that she bestows upon him, the lovesick feeling thrust forward in her speech. Maybe he is blind like so many others. Blind in their self esteem and self love, they say to themselves "how could anyone love me?" when hearts are so obsessed with them. These hearts coming in the form of friends, family, admirers, pets, teachers, strangers they've just met. Hearts who have loved them since the beginining of time and hearts who've only just started to bud torwards loving them.
So many hearts, yet they are blind.
So much feeling, yet they are senseless.
My friend's heart being young and innocent is full of joyous hope thrown at him so recently I think he's been realising that. Pretending that it's nothing more than friendship will lead my friend on, on a ragged lead called hope. Denying her love will crush her heart into two as easily as glass on a stone floor. Then I will be expected to pick up the pieces. What if I don't want to? What do I do then? Say to my admirer and her lover that our friendship is nothing, nothing because you broke her heart? Does that make me non-loving or heartless? No. It makes me balanced and yet people will say things as they usaully do. About her heartless friend going round with the boy she loved and the boy she crushed on and the boy who told her she was ugly and on and on and on....
Then I will be brave in the face of this story they call love and I call tragedy, brave in the face of adversity knowing I can move on. As swiftly and as boldly as a eagle flying away from it's prey.