Love - Original

You really have no idea when you started to fall in love with her.
You really don’t.
You just sort of…fell.

Even though it’s painful, it is also a wonderful thing.

It hurts because she doesn’t love you back. It hurts because, even though you would give up the world for her, she wouldn’t do the same for you. It’s painful because you want her to be happy, and you know she would be happier without you.

Yet it’s wonderful because…because it’s love. Because it makes you feel funny around her. It makes you happy to see her, be with her. It makes you feel like you’re flying, higher and higher every time.

It’s wonderful and awful all in one and you love it.

She is the center of your whole world, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s a chilly winter morning and you’re sitting on a park bench, pondering on these thoughts. It is after a while that you notice that she’s close to you, but not quite.
She’s with a date. He is a tall, handsome guy who she takes Spanish classes with. They’re laughing and holding hands while walking through the park. A light blush adorns her cheeks as she laughs, you find it adorable.

You smile softly to yourself, planning on going back to the game you were playing on your cellphone. When you’re about to restart the game, you notice she smiling and waving at you. You wave back and your smile widens (it hurts, it hurts. Even though you’re happy it hurts, it hurts…). She comes closer to you, still holding the guy’s hand. You chat for a while and she presents him to you.

Effectively, it’s her boyfriend. And it hurts.

It’s a hot summer morning when she appears, crying, at your doorstep.  You instantly let her in, you have no time to think.
You’re worried.
You let her sit on your bed when you get to your room, then sit next to her. She’s still crying, mumbling things you can’t understand and rubbing her eyes from time to time. You hold her, shushing her and rubbing circles on her back softly.

It takes a long while, but she finally calms down.

Now, when she’s calm, you ask her what’s wrong. She tears up again, but shakes her head and tells you what happened, her fiancé had left her, and it was one week before they married. You smile sadly and tell her that everything would be alright. She tears up again and buries her head against you.

(Something inside you feels happy, relieved.
Yet you also feel sad and sick
You never wished this on her,
you would never…)

The sun is out, but it’s not really hot.
Today is the last day of winter, and the weather is improving.

Once again, she appears at your door. This time she’s holding a red rose and smiling like never before. She asks you to accompany her. You comply, but tell her you need to change clothes. “It doesn’t matter” she says, then smiles at you “You look fine!” You blush lightly and smile. You look for your keys, grab them, and leave the house.

She takes you to a small park and gives you the rose. You are startled as you take it, blushing a bit too much. After admiring it in your hands, you ask her what it was for. She smiles at you and stays silent. Instead, she takes your hand and kisses your cheek.
Your blush darkens as you hold her hand back.
She chuckles softly at you, you smile at her.

(This is something new, and you’ll make sure it lasts.
You’ll make sure to make her the happiest woman alive.
And you’ll make sure she doesn’t suffer anymore)

She pulls you around town, you both smile and laugh.

(This is what you’ve always wished for, and it’s happening in front of your eyes.
No…it’s happening to you, it’s happening, it’s really happening.)

She’s the girl you love, and you hope this lasts forever.