Anticipation in love: A fictional excerpt on unrequited love by yours truly.
At the climax of my own story, I’m at the top of this roller coaster.
And I fear I know what’s not at the bottom waiting for me.
Tears now so easily flow as I struggle to get out of bed.
It’s decided: I’ll linger here a few more minutes.
I think of her.
With a desperation and need to see her again.
How the hell did I get here?
Though she was never mine to love, I hoped that could change.
Brutalizing myself 101.
I wasn’t hers.
She wasn’t mine.
In my bed, time passes.
Blessed to love her, yet cursed to never know reciprocation.
I’m anything but elastic.