Last Heartbreak
What is this? This feeling is inevitable, strange. Nothing can control it; from simply ignoring it to a magic spell. A mere trail of thought will break my heart, the thought of us as an impossibility.
I cannot control this. Whenever I see that dark hair and brown dough eyes, I melt- my heart reverts back to that feeling. The adrenaline rush ruins my focus, my heartbeat echoes in my mind.
Whenever I donāt see the signs, I wait longingly to see you again. Hear your voice, hold your hand. My heartbeat slows down, my mind is clearer; I am not used to it. But, the feeling is still there, waiting to be woken up.
The day ends, night comes. My pillow reminds me of you before I close my eyes; but my mind shows me reality: I will never be that one person you choose. Nightmares start, I cry at the idea that you will never love me as much as I love you.
But that will never stop me; I will understand and be a friend. My heart will break little by little, but I will be fine. Take care of yourself, and I hope that you will find who you love; may I warn you that they might not love you, or every bit of you. Nonetheless, I am here for you whenever you need me. Even if it breaks me for the last time.