'Why did you get with him?' Is a commonly asked question. I suppose I thought, maybe I might be able to 'tame the beast' as they say, but love is nothing like those fairy tales you're told as a child.

Love is dangerous;
It pulls you in quick and spits you out just as fast.

Love is delicate;
Two people walking the thin line of friendship and possession,
The line so easily broken.

Love is shy;
The heartbreak of unrequited love,
like a flower unable to bloom,
Forever stuck as a small bud, unnoticed by many.

Love is confusion;
While the label of 'being in a relationship' hangs over so many heads,
The unknown is always present,
Pulling at the seams,
Wanting to be acknowledged,
This confusion creates lack of trust,
Equally in turn, bringing down another set of 'star crossed lovers'

So what I'm trying to say is that although you're told to do or not to do something, you will never truly know the outcome until you've experienced that situation yourself.

Some beasts were never meant to be tamed.

How timid and delicate unrequited love is? Even though unrequited love finds its own way in, it’s a love that gets trapped inside, unable to find an exit. Even though I'm the one that started it, without knowing a thing, if he leaves my sight one day, it’s a love that ends in vain without it ever having a purpose. Never even having had the chance to bud or bloom any flowers. A love that can never bare fruit like a seed left forgotten. That is, unrequited love.