Whinings...
I dont know why I am here again, writing somethig that I, myself, cannot really understand. Why do I keep on whining about a woman who has never actually been mine? Did I love her that much? All the while I thought I was just "in love" with the IDEA of being "in love". If that is the case, then why am I feeling so lonely and empty right now? How many poets have ever tried hard to describe this feeling? or painters, and photographers, as the case maybe, have ever tried to capture a moment like this? But no matter how beautiful their works were, they failed to even get close to the real thing. I dont know why... Is it because things like love is beyond any mortals' understanding? That it is as good as thinking where God came from? EWAN! Nobody can claim knowledge about love maybe. Nobody can understand and give me a concrete answer why I am feeling such a looser when I have never started the fight yet. Is there someone who can answer why am I feeling jealous to someone or something that doesnt possibly exist? Or even if it does exist, what right do I have to feel that way? Maybe the reason why I am feeling this way is precisely because I dont know what I am to her.
I know she knows that I fancy her. She's sweet and kind and I appreciate it a lot. But I can't tell whether her being sweet means more than friendship. I'm not fond of making conclusions. I can only hope for the best...
I know she knows that I fancy her. She's sweet and kind and I appreciate it a lot. But I can't tell whether her being sweet means more than friendship. I'm not fond of making conclusions. I can only hope for the best...
