My Unlived Love Story Part 2 - On Invisibility and Exclusion

But I ask myself sometimes, do you remember how beautifully you smiled at me during lunch break? I can't ask you because I know I can't reach you anyway. I know these words I'm writing have no meaning in your absence.

I didn't ask much of you. Your warm smile was enough. Perhaps in these lines I am bringing my lost self back into the light. Who knows, maybe I'm running away from my cowardly personality, hiding behind the power of words.

You're in someone else's arms now. I don't know who it is. You're not with me. If you were with me, I wouldn't be here. If I'm here, know that you're not by my side. No one can actually fill that void. You would have filled it if you were here, but you're not.

I lost you and my own personality. Should it be this sad, my love, I ask you. Maybe you won't hear me. One day I will come before you. You will have changed by then. My changed and broken body will be filled with a feeling of coldness.

I will continue to sigh deeply. You, on the other hand, will flirt with the man of your life. No, I'm not jealous. Don't get me wrong, I love you. I am a prisoner of my love. A slave to my mind. A speck of dust that you don't value at all.

You won't see, you won't look here. Even if you looked, you wouldn't notice this much. Maybe I'll just disappear like you. It'll be as if nothing ever happened.

uselessneethikikomori - 05.26 It's quiet tonight, dark again. While listening to the moon, I hope these stories reach you and touch your heart.