Love?

Have you ever felt like you loved someone, but knew that you could never be with them?

Like the two of you would be talking or laughing, just enjoying each other’s company, and then you look at them. Truly look at them. You realise then, at that moment, that you love them.

But that’s not the problem. The problem is that you can’t seem to figure out what kind of love it is, you feel for them. It could probably be solved with a kiss, but there’s no going back from doing something like that.

So you just go on with your life. Just freaking loving everyone. But for some reason, you do it on a rather suppressed level. Like you feel like loving everyone too much could destroy you; or at least the not knowing will.

Which is why it’s so hard to accept people in your life because you know that you’ll love them, and you’re afraid of what that might mean.

Like what if they leave because they feel guilty for not being able to reciprocate? Or what if they leave just because they don’t love you like that?