Sometimes you think you found the love of your life
But you have to convince yourself that person wasn't the love of your life
when the feelings don't flow both ways
Sometimes the other person offers that bittersweet consolation prize of being friends
But it makes you sick to be around them, constantly dreaming the future you maybe could of had with them
Perhaps its kindest if separate paths are taken
Maybe time heals the wounds of this irrational little thing called love. But until then, it hurts.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 1:28 AM UTC
Sometimes you think you found the love of your life
But you have to convince yourself that person wasn't the love of your life
when the feelings don't flow both ways
Sometimes the other person offers that bittersweet consolation prize of being friends
But it makes you sick to be around them, constantly dreaming the future you maybe could of had with them
Perhaps its kindest if separate paths are taken
Maybe time heals the wounds of this irrational little thing called love. But until then, it hurts.