Ships In The Night.

Sometimes it’s pretty hard to fight for something that was never yours to begin with. It’s a fight that you know you can win, but the glory is a pyrrhic victory. The battle I’m talking about is love and one that is fought with our very souls. The truth? Love, unconditional love, comes from the divine. A gift from the heavens above; as a piece of solace in this tumultuous ride we call life. But what if the love that you feel is towards someone who you never should’ve fallen for? What then? Do you blind an eye to the love that you feel? Or silence the thought in your head and enlighten the person you’re in love with, that in truth, she’s the only one you’ve ever truly felt for. That she’s the one you think about when you listen to a moving loving song or the last face that you wish for before you fall asleep at night. Your heart beats a lone beat, and your dreams caress you to a field of thoughts where your emotions are allowed to roam free. Free to believe and love as you please. In your dreams, she is yours and yours alone. And everything is as it should be. But irony is a bitter aftertaste. Why has it been that the people that you inevitably fall for happen to be in love with someone else? 

If it happens good and if it doesn't even better? 

Comments

Anonymous said…
someone is in love now...
so i'd like to request that someone's take on his new love life in this blog. bring it on! hahaha!

-payenneturbo-
8:52 PM
Vagabond said…
Nice post, and very true indeed, which sucks..

recommended by the currently saddistic -payenneturbo-
3:33 PM
Bry™ said…
good post man...good post. sigh.
10:27 AM
dD.Diyana said…
I quote your "But what if the love that you feel is towards someone who you never should’ve fallen for?" line.

very deep.
very true.
12:52 AM
Anonymous said…
Say, are you Amilin Yusman's bro?
3:05 PM
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