My heart’s struck—emotionally laden. I am not getting better. My response is a tear. Why must he love me the way I do you? I fail in not keeping him too. I feel the blame. But I see greater blame in him. His pain is because of me. But that pain is his choice—the way that this pain is my choice. I fail to lose these affections for you. I fail in relieving this pain because of you.
I am in another’s heart; but my heart is yours. I can’t believe the emotionally complex circumstance that I am in… that I am in because I choose you, because I fail to let go of you.
I fail to fail to fail in Love. And I am sorry that it is so.
Isn’t it sad that this young Love is a failure? But it doesn’t matter anyway. I accept it the way it is, whatever they may say. Love should be a mixture of everything—that is what I believe: Failures and failures in failing. I guess that’s fair enough. (Although this Love affair is obviously one-sided).
I fail to fail to fail in Love. And I am sorry that it is so.
It is sad that there is another case of miserable unrequited love. Does it matter? Must he just accept it or fight for it? Love is a mixture of everything: acceptance of loss and acceptance of destiny. Is it fair for him?
Is my happiness (in loving you) enough to make him happy?
Loss or Destiny?
Right now, I can bravely say that your happiness is my happiness.
I fail. This is loss.
It’s unrequited.
~Cherry
