I’m in love with someone who doesn’t return the same feelings.
I opened my heart to him and he rejected me. I say to myself I’m going to die.
I continue eating my dinner at The Thai, in Wandsworth, (amazing Pad Kee Mao noodles by the way) and my waiter asks me about my food “Is everything ok?”; It’s hilarious how this is all timed.
The tragedy of love and one-sided affairs; oh how you amuse me by never failing to trigger such emotions.
Am I sad because it’s not going to work at this moment? Am I angry because if ONE thing didn’t happen in the past we wouldn’t have separated? Am I happy because I haven’t died from the humiliation of rejection?
I will leave these questions rhetorical for now. It isn’t going to solve anything, nonetheless a problem that doesn’t need to exist.