Symphony

I've been going to school and living life like normal. Until one day I wrote this particular essay out of the blue.

 She stares at the screen in front of her. She held the device tight in the palm of her hand while her mind raced with various thoughts. They call each other at night and talk about anything and everything. Yet, there's something off, odd, out of place. A guy and a girl will never be just friends, whether it be best friends or a typical friendship. One will always fall for the other. That's how it works and unfortunately, how the universe works. The feelings are usually not mutual, sadly. The girl could love the guy to death but the guy might not feel the same way.
 In this case, the girl has to let go. For the man she loves will never notice her feelings. She doesn't have the courage to confess. She doesn't deserve him anyways. That's the reason why they're only friends. He is too good for her. They'll never be a perfect match. There's a saying that goes, if you love someone, let them go. If you're meant for each other, they'll come back. If they don't, they were never yours in the first place.
 She loves him enough to let him go. That's the right thing to do. She can't hurt herself anymore. She wants to be loved, but he can't give it to her. She'll only cause herself more pain by loving him. It sounds selfish, but it's for the best. He cares about her, but not how she wants him to. She wants him to care for her and love her just how she does towards him. He can't give her what she wants, so why is she still holding on? She got too attached to him, and now the last thing that she wants to do is break his heart, just like how he did to hers.
 As she stares at his tall figure, his hazel eyes filled with tenderness, she knew she would never stop loving the man standing in front of her. He was part of the majority of her life and that's not something too look past. Guilt fills her heart. She was going to let him go, once and for all. Although it'll hurt, loving him would hurt her even more. She swallows the lump rising in her throat and says the words nobody likes to hear.
 "We can't see each other anymore."
 He was stunned. No warning signs appeared prior to this very day. It wasn't expected. The girl that he is standing in front of is giving up on them. They're not in a relationship, but it hurts nonetheless. He nods to her words in understanding and, with tears in her eyes, she turns to leave. Expecting him to run to her and embrace her. None of that happens.
 Little did she know, she wasn't the only one crying at that moment.


Okay, that was very depressing. Whenever I write, I find myself in a situation where I need to let go of all my emotions so that my writing can go smoothly. Easier said than done. The essay above was written with a broken heart, I assure you. I love the feeling when I start writing and imagining myself in a concert hall with symphony in the background. Don't you think that's absolutely divine?

This is a random post but I love the essay and I hope ya'll like it too.