The funny thing about unrequited love is that it never seems to quit. I guess that’s another reason to call it “unrequited” love. Yes yes, it’s just a pun. I know my line of reasoning relies solely on word play. Life is funny though, huh?
Here I am, wondering if I’ll ever stop caring for her, and she’s still entangled in thoughts of another guy. Her first love, she says. There’s a selfish part of me that wishes I were the one in her thoughts. If only I could swoop down and cut her free from that coarse web of bittersweet memories…but that’s only the selfishness talking. It’s not as though my feelings for her consume me like a ravenous obsession. It’s more of a subtle thirst, the kind that endures regardless of how many sips you take from other glasses.
Maybe what I need is a good fling to knock some sense into me. Any takers?