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.