"Keep going." Advice mine to take.
Does being in love require that one's feelings be reciprocated, or at the very least, recognized, by one's beloved?
If not, then how shall I venture to answer the question of my experience in the matter?
I know not what I should call my state of being ere expressed; how to account for the feelings I have compiled in this little space over the years.
I have decided once that I loved someone, but now I am not so sure if that is exactly the case. Certainly I haven't acted upon this decision in such reckless a manner as would be expected in a girl brave enough, and convinced of her feelings as I thought I was; I choose to remain silent because I've realized that immediate action is not imperative, and may most likely be foolish. Silence keeps our relationship in check. I resign myself to taking comfort in the certainty of his society - platonic, but treasured nonetheless.
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Honestly, J, I took your advice and applied it somewhere else - to new thoughts that deserved to be written down.
As if I don't have enough on my plate already.
It's been two months but I am confident hopeful I will have no reservations or regrets regarding the matters troubling me the most when I finally see those friendly eyes again, hear that boyish laugh again. Their voices are what I miss the most. Despite the worlds that separate us - "remember that a person's name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language." Dale Carnegie. I am counting on the universe to be delighted so, when the time comes. (And it is barely two months from now.)
If not, then how shall I venture to answer the question of my experience in the matter?
I know not what I should call my state of being ere expressed; how to account for the feelings I have compiled in this little space over the years.
I have decided once that I loved someone, but now I am not so sure if that is exactly the case. Certainly I haven't acted upon this decision in such reckless a manner as would be expected in a girl brave enough, and convinced of her feelings as I thought I was; I choose to remain silent because I've realized that immediate action is not imperative, and may most likely be foolish. Silence keeps our relationship in check. I resign myself to taking comfort in the certainty of his society - platonic, but treasured nonetheless.
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Honestly, J, I took your advice and applied it somewhere else - to new thoughts that deserved to be written down.
As if I don't have enough on my plate already.
It's been two months but I am confident hopeful I will have no reservations or regrets regarding the matters troubling me the most when I finally see those friendly eyes again, hear that boyish laugh again. Their voices are what I miss the most. Despite the worlds that separate us - "remember that a person's name is to that person the sweetest and most important sound in any language." Dale Carnegie. I am counting on the universe to be delighted so, when the time comes. (And it is barely two months from now.)