Loving someone without them loving you back

(and being okay with it)

Is a tiring game of disgrace, because every seen text

with no response hurts; every smile given to someone else

aches; every moment you could have had, had he looked

at you the same way pains; humiliation because you hate who

you have become; because you want to text him even when

there are no replies, because you can’t stop trying

even when there is no point; And then slowly it becomes

a game of shedding inhibitions, of sitting right in front of

him and admitting that he makes you weak; of breaking but

never being broken; of being able to laugh when it hurts;

of being fine with him not smiling back the way you

wish him to, just as long as he smiles; of talking about other

things, as long as you get to share stories;

it no longer hurts to not be loved back,

just as long as you can love.