Ficlets and Ficly survivor, FicMom, and Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision and Goddess of Unrequited Love. @ElshaHawk @HawkandYoung
"When will you understand that I love you?" I wrote. "I know it sounds crazy and incomprehensible given the circumstances, but my heart has a mind of its own. I try to rein it in, but it keeps running away after memories of you."
"Little things, like songs you shared with me, a weather event in a city near where you used to be, or even a t-shirt in a store with a pop culture reference we shared, make me think of you. My heart leaps for joy. I want to send you a text, share the song, take a picture, but I can't."
"If I keep feeding my heart these tidbits of you, it will never learn to stop loving you. It will never be put back in its rightful place. It will keep jumping the fence and chasing the scent of you."
I read over what I wrote. Nothing was more sincere and pure. My heart bled into the page. I kissed it with lips of red, your favorite color on me.
Then I crumpled it and threw it into the fire. The smoke carried my wishes up to heaven.
I tried to forget.
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I still feel this way for a few people. Some dreams have died ungently, when my memories and the present couldn't reconcile. Knowing is the pain of your hands pressed too close to a fire. Ignorance would have been bliss but there's no going back.