Unrequited love, unreciprocated feelings, suppressed down to the very core. Not that I wanted him to care, not that I wanted him to know me, yes, he doesn't know me.
Having this Summer Finn mentality along with my I've-been-crushing-on-him-since-(only God knows when)-and-I'm-just-a-stranger kind of life since grade school (different persons, same old me) is who I am, what I'm used to. This has never changed, never will (?), not in a million years. I've always kept it to myself, I might have shared to a few perhaps, but who cares? Who am I anyway?
Summer Finn: a woman who thinks that relationships are messy, feelings just get hurt, and that love is just a fantasy (500 Days of Summer)
I may not be exactly like her, but she does have, what I believe, the 'character' of a lot of women. Some of us are just scared of getting hurt and also of hurting the other. (Or is it just me?)But in the end, we see that she commits herself to a man and about to be wed. This shows quite so that women (in my opinion) are simply complicated creatures.
Possessing the complicated outlook of a woman, I have incorporated both mentalities in me in a very, very safe and compatible way.
Admiring from afar, I do get hurt, building these unrequited feelings rather kept in a jar, hidden. I'm a complete stranger and afraid of messy relationships. He lives his life, I do with mine. We might have a chance of meeting in the future since the world is but a tiny playground, but at this very moment, I am here. And he's just out there. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW I EXIST. I am content, and I do not want ask for more.
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