Life In Mute
Have you ever felt what a deep suckdown of emotions rampaging inside your brain feels like ?
Maybe you did or didn't or you are like me sitting in the balcony in the mid summers and talking to my little friend.
Oh! You ask who?
Meet Willow.
I have no idea where to start when trying to explain the never-ending maze of unrequited love that I am currently experiencing. I find Dia, a girl, to be completely fascinating. She is extremely attractive and intelligent. My heart races every time our eyes lock. She and I had been deeply in love for what feels like ages. However, there is one issue that keeps coming up: I am always just a friend
What I'm doing incorrectly escapes me. I don't think I'm ugly or have a terrible personality. Hopefully not, at least. In the past, I've made overtures to a number of girls in an effort to locate someone who would share my sentiments. But time and time again, I've been reduced to the status of a simple companion. To put it mildly, it is discouraging.
I found comfort today while sitting in front of Willow, my beloved plant, in my desperate search for clarity. Plants seem to have a peaceful quality, don't they? They observe silently and listen without prejudice or judgement. I couldn't help but vent my anger and ideas while watering willow
I whispered, "What am I doing wrong? " to willow.Why do I get opposition whenever I try to communicate my emotions? Am I destined to live out my days in the friend zone?
Willow, as expected, made no comment. But I experienced a strange feeling of comfort at that precise time. The plant seemed to understand my situation and to have sympathy for me. Maybe it's just that talking to something, even if it doesn't respond, has a calming impact.
As I carried on with my one-sided dialogue, an idea sprang in my head. Maybe it's not about finding the ideal strategy or saying the correct things. Maybe the key is to be patient and let love develop spontaneously. One cannot force or create true love. It opens up gently, unfolding at its own rate
I made a commitment to myself at that precise moment. With Dia or anyone else, I would not jump into something without thinking it through first. Instead, I would put my focus on forging a true connection, enjoying her company, and improving myself. Love would enter our lives if it were predetermined to do so. If not, I would value our friendship very much.
So this is where I am right now, dear God. Uncertain but steadfast, perplexed but full of optimism. I'll keep taking care of Willow and confiding in him as needed. In the interim, I'll let life run its course and see where it takes me.
Maybe you did or didn't or you are like me sitting in the balcony in the mid summers and talking to my little friend.
Oh! You ask who?
Meet Willow.
I have no idea where to start when trying to explain the never-ending maze of unrequited love that I am currently experiencing. I find Dia, a girl, to be completely fascinating. She is extremely attractive and intelligent. My heart races every time our eyes lock. She and I had been deeply in love for what feels like ages. However, there is one issue that keeps coming up: I am always just a friend
What I'm doing incorrectly escapes me. I don't think I'm ugly or have a terrible personality. Hopefully not, at least. In the past, I've made overtures to a number of girls in an effort to locate someone who would share my sentiments. But time and time again, I've been reduced to the status of a simple companion. To put it mildly, it is discouraging.
I found comfort today while sitting in front of Willow, my beloved plant, in my desperate search for clarity. Plants seem to have a peaceful quality, don't they? They observe silently and listen without prejudice or judgement. I couldn't help but vent my anger and ideas while watering willow
I whispered, "What am I doing wrong? " to willow.Why do I get opposition whenever I try to communicate my emotions? Am I destined to live out my days in the friend zone?
Willow, as expected, made no comment. But I experienced a strange feeling of comfort at that precise time. The plant seemed to understand my situation and to have sympathy for me. Maybe it's just that talking to something, even if it doesn't respond, has a calming impact.
As I carried on with my one-sided dialogue, an idea sprang in my head. Maybe it's not about finding the ideal strategy or saying the correct things. Maybe the key is to be patient and let love develop spontaneously. One cannot force or create true love. It opens up gently, unfolding at its own rate
I made a commitment to myself at that precise moment. With Dia or anyone else, I would not jump into something without thinking it through first. Instead, I would put my focus on forging a true connection, enjoying her company, and improving myself. Love would enter our lives if it were predetermined to do so. If not, I would value our friendship very much.
So this is where I am right now, dear God. Uncertain but steadfast, perplexed but full of optimism. I'll keep taking care of Willow and confiding in him as needed. In the interim, I'll let life run its course and see where it takes me.
