I just read something that made my heart sink. I stumbled across letters from a girl for a boy. Now, he has already moved on but, it seems at first glance, that she is either reluctant to do so or, quite plainly put, can’t.
What really said something to me was that these letters of hers were not of anger or sorrow but of love. It was not the whiny teen boppy kind of “WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME” letter. Though they are no longer together, I think she doesn’t see that as a reason to stop loving him. She isn’t in denial; she mentions that things are over and done with. I guess to her it doesn’t matter if her feelings are reciprocated.
I’m wondering if I could ever love that much. To be hurt and rejected so, and yet continue to love as if he had never broken my heart. Specifically, I’m wondering if I could, ever in this lifetime, love you as much.
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