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Unreciprocated.

I hope none of you, guys ever fall in love. I hope books never tell your stories together or people never remember your names while looking at the constellations of the stars that shine so vividly in the moonlit sky of the darkest of nights. I hope you spend the rest of your lives unloved and unfriended. I hope you never find that one person who makes you feel whole and keeps you always in check. I hope you fight your demons alone and treat your own wounds. I hope there are no words to describe your farewells. I hope nobody finds their 'happily ever after'. I hope you never hurt anybody or get hurt. I hope every new chapter of your existence starts with you and you only. I hope you don't have to stop and underline the words: love and loss when you scurry through the pages of your old diaries.
You don’t know how hard it is to be tormented by the unrequited love you gave someone. You wake up every single morning feeling dead cold and all you can think of is that 'someone' who corrupted your heart. And you start hating them for loving them. But you still walk through the empty streets leading to their house in the early mornings hoping you might get a glimpse of their twilight beauty. You still get distracted by their smiles or whenever their hazy bright eyes meet yours for the thousandth time. You promise yourself that this love is eternal and that you will never run away from them but ironically, they did.
I have never seen anyone who is dumb enough to willingly walk into a mine field. However, if you ask me," Was it all worthy?", ... hell yeah. They are a memory now. At times; a fond memory of a good time filled with happiness and ease. At other times, I am on the verge of tears when I think of them. But they taught me what real love looks like and for that I will be forever grateful.

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