Discomfort
Some of us, we want to find someone, fall in love. We want to love them and want to be loved back, wholeheartedly.
But unfortunately, for some of us. Our first task is to find someone, and listen to their love story about how much they loved their ex-boyfriend.
While we wipe tears on their face, tears are rolling down our own face and our hands are too occupied tending her tears, while a river is running down our face.
Just the last night, everything is fine and we wish goodnight. Next morning, we wake up with a smile and wish good morning.
To which they respond, I’m not happy, I’m sad and want to cry.
We are caught in surprise to no idea what has happened and what emotions has befallen upon her.
It’s kinda boring when we have to go through it often. But on the other hand, we are so careful not to bring the scene to an end. We choose our thoughts and words so that the conclusion is not an end of a day which started as a beautiful one, but as day passes it’s turning into a confusing one. With confused state of mind.
Not knowing am I sad, am I bored, am I tired, am I being made to feel hurt, am I losing my dream, am I losing my hope, am I feeling loveless or will I become a stone.
But while I hold my own emotions I tend to hers. Because this day and the story is about her, not mine...
I am merely a mediator of their love, a counselor as a friend and a loner listening to their love talk about their unforgettable love with someone else.
At moments as such
“Life is like a Korean movie, always ending in tragedy”
❤️ 🕊