What is Love?
The perplexing concept of love is difficult to grasp,
And before I met you, I had no idea of the many wonders it could bring.
Entranced by the hypnotic effect of your charisma,
My tunnel of vision only focused on you.
It was the little things you did,
The tiny pecks you left on my forehead,
Your fingers aimlessly twirling my hair,
The constant asking of “How are you doing?” instead of “What are you doing?”
That made me open the chained gates surrounding my heart.
Before I met you, I was a tightly closed book.
I was afraid of letting others know about the secrets hidden within me,
Yet there was something about you that caused me to open up.
Secrets that were never shared with anyone flowed freely,
From my mouth to your open ears,
You encouraged me to express my feelings more often,
And even though I hated it, I did it anyways,
Because I loved you.
Despite our amazing time together,
Deep in my heart, I knew that all good things must come to an end.
But I thought and wished that maybe this time would be different,
Perhaps the blazing fire between us might continue to burn bright and strong.
Oh, how I was wrong, so incredibly wrong.
You said a relationship was a distraction, and it wasn’t what was best for you.
Pain, anger, and sadness swirled into one furious storm in my mind,
But I accepted your hurtful words, I wanted you to be happy,
Because I loved you.
Not long after, you said you were moving on quickly and wished the same for me,
I laughed half heartedly and replied that I was too.
But the truth was that my feelings for you never changed,
I was still in love with you,
Still imagining us rekindling our romance as I lie alone in bed at night.
As time progressed,
I realized that my love for you may never die and that is okay,
Later on, new feelings will emerge and leave old feelings behind.
So now I am finally letting you go,
Because I love you and always will.
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