Happiness
Thursday, January 31, 2013 | 7:28 PM | 0 comments
How timid and frail is unrequited love? A place you entered of your own accord, but you’re trapped inside, unable to find an exit. He doesn’t know a thing, and could one day leave my line of sight, and the love ends passively. A love that does not bloom flowers, and thus cannot dream of bearing fruit. A love like a seed that is forgotten. That is unrequited love.
To that woman, happiness is like a child’s game of blowing bubbles. the moment when she touches the bubbles that float her way carrying the light of the rainbow, they burst. in front of happiness, that woman always gives up, before the hand is even offered.
That woman’s scars are like sinking underwater. Spectators, who don’t know how deep the scar is, simply advise her why she can’t escape from it. There are too many people who are rude to others’ scars. That woman didn’t want to hear such empty words. At least not from this one person....
To somebody, love is like medals or trophies, the result of a victory to boast of. To somebody, love is the process of waiting endlessly on for the other person, which turns into true feeling. To that woman, love is a secret she cannot allow to be exposed, not even to herself.
She's never had even a small conversation with him but still he's the only one she's been snooping all day. And everytime they bump into each other, she was frozenly standing infront of him like a robot and not being able to talk. The words stuck in her head and doesn't want to come off. She make up a thousand excuses just to run into him by chances.
Alone between narrow streets. In case someone sees, that woman secretly shed tears. She try so hard not to become weak, but she's lost in a moment. She's feeling sad not being able to confess. No matter how sad she is, the sadness is not enough. She look for a place to hurt and hide. Day by day, she blankly try to overcome these things.
