Love hits like a freight train. It's heavy, it's fast,and it leaves you feeling dizzy, nauseated and in a great amount of unbearable pain. You stand, doubled over, as you watch the train plow across the open scene, off for another conquest elsewhere. You know full well that the subject of your affections will not reciprocate the emotions no matter how hard you push, so you don't. You watch as they dance off with their true beloved and cry as you try to walk away; however, you can't. Your feet are glued and you are forced to watch. Watch their happiness. Watch their love. Miss when you two used to hang out. Miss when you two would sing and laugh and talk with one another. The pain you feel is excruciating. It boggles your mind and no matter how logical your thoughts were before, they are all wiped clean and all you are left with is pure unrelenting emotion.
And yet you're willing to withstand this pain, no matter how long it lasts, for those fleeting moments of happiness from being around them. For those moments, however short they are and how few, are what keeps you going. You're a leech now. You pray for the moments they'll talk to you. Hope for the chance to be their shoulder to cry on when things aren't going well. It's the greatest pleasure you could ever know, coupled with the greatest pain.
God I miss him.