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Her. She. That girl. I love her. I hate her. She has crippled me with soft eyes and a delicate mind. Why? Because she is the one thing that I want, but can't have, the one thing I need but I won't touch because of my mind and the one thing I want to because of my heart.
Some might say I love her. But I feel like she is my enemy. She hurts me in an invisible way, deep inside everytime she does the simplest thing. What to do? My nerves say no, my mind says stop it, but my heart and soul yearn for everything about her. I am confused - she is a drug that has fogged my mind and I don't know how to get off it. I don't really want to.
Some might say I love her. But I feel like she is my enemy. She hurts me in an invisible way, deep inside everytime she does the simplest thing. What to do? My nerves say no, my mind says stop it, but my heart and soul yearn for everything about her. I am confused - she is a drug that has fogged my mind and I don't know how to get off it. I don't really want to.
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Nice anecdote!
I wasn't planning on walking up to her and saying 'I love you' (!) More of the 'seeing without any emotions except friendship' (Yeah right) kind of stuff, like you said.
I wasn't planning on walking up to her and saying 'I love you' (!) More of the 'seeing without any emotions except friendship' (Yeah right) kind of stuff, like you said.
Be careful in situations like this.
Which do you care more for? The girl's feelings, or yours?
Girls can be very sensitive on these issues, and if you approach her and blurt "I love you", it may very well be the last thing you say to her. The better way is to change how you treat her. Try to get more time alone, just the two of you - innocently - doing day to day stuff. The more time you spend alone, the better she will know you. Only that way can you really hope things to pan out the way you would like.
Personally, I've been down this road. One of the many roads I've taken that have left me the emotionless shell of a man I've become. Whatever you do, don't let yourself get hurt. Life is like a game of Tekken. If you get hurt too much, you go down, and you can only go down so many times before you can't get back up again.
Which do you care more for? The girl's feelings, or yours?
Girls can be very sensitive on these issues, and if you approach her and blurt "I love you", it may very well be the last thing you say to her. The better way is to change how you treat her. Try to get more time alone, just the two of you - innocently - doing day to day stuff. The more time you spend alone, the better she will know you. Only that way can you really hope things to pan out the way you would like.
Personally, I've been down this road. One of the many roads I've taken that have left me the emotionless shell of a man I've become. Whatever you do, don't let yourself get hurt. Life is like a game of Tekken. If you get hurt too much, you go down, and you can only go down so many times before you can't get back up again.
I know - shes not leaving anytime soon (I hope and pray) but I'm going to, because otherwise, I think I shall go insane.
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Cyclone wrote:
> thatst the thing I want to knowe the most, but i don't think I ever
> wil.
>
> I will try. One day. One day.
Listen man tell her and tell her soon. I kinda felt same way about someone before but then she left. She moved back to USA (she was American) and I never got the chance to say to her. I actualy didnt even get the guts up to talking to her until a few weeks before she left. But you never know what will happen tomorrow, dont put things of until another day, you might not have another chance. I still regret it and it still annoys me, your left wondering if it could have been. I think it could have, im sure she felt same way about me, but now I proberly will never know. So just go for it man or I gaurantee you will regret it.
Out of all the people in my school, why did it have to be that one who left?
> thatst the thing I want to knowe the most, but i don't think I ever
> wil.
>
> I will try. One day. One day.
Listen man tell her and tell her soon. I kinda felt same way about someone before but then she left. She moved back to USA (she was American) and I never got the chance to say to her. I actualy didnt even get the guts up to talking to her until a few weeks before she left. But you never know what will happen tomorrow, dont put things of until another day, you might not have another chance. I still regret it and it still annoys me, your left wondering if it could have been. I think it could have, im sure she felt same way about me, but now I proberly will never know. So just go for it man or I gaurantee you will regret it.
Out of all the people in my school, why did it have to be that one who left?
Last day today. I was sitting with her on the wall, waiting for our early lifts home. Hers came. She got up, turned, and smiled at me.
Something crashed inside me. I just felt completely defeated by nothing. Now I all I think of is that single second where she told me everything, but I can't work out what it was, and I don't know how to respond to it.
Something crashed inside me. I just felt completely defeated by nothing. Now I all I think of is that single second where she told me everything, but I can't work out what it was, and I don't know how to respond to it.
I can't give advice on relationship-y stuff.
Why?
Because I'm just too afraid to go near girls. I've always been like that. I find myself afraid of people, but especially girls. I have no courage.
Why?
Because I'm just too afraid to go near girls. I've always been like that. I find myself afraid of people, but especially girls. I have no courage.
love is a very powerful emotion. It destroys rationality like it never existed and can fill a person with absolute joy and contentment; and then there's the down. The heart break when the bottom falls out of the world. The mind becomes a concentration of despair and the pain cuts deep into the soul; into a person's very being.
I never knew what it meant to love until i lost it. I went from a calm casual and relaxed person into a state of unpredicatble and irrational turmoil. love does indeed have the hallmarks of a drug. It's highs are great but the come down is sheer hell. it's power is so vast that it makes me wonder just where such a phenomen came from? who created it?
I found my irrational mind exploring ideas such as as a merciless God that would create such pain. But then if it wasn't painful then love wouldn't be special, pure and encompassing. The real shame is unreciprocated love. I'm not talking about infatuation in the form of somone thinking they love somone but rather the breakdown of what was a deep relationship. The realisation that what was once seemingly unbreakable and perfect is now no longer. The inplantation of all those questions: why? what changed?
Time is the only true cure. Time and discovery of a new lover.
Life is tough, life can be hard and not least because of deep emotions. Emotions such as love that can turn the hardest of people into a crying wreck. It's the power of our world and indeed the human being that our lives are governened by such deep feelings. In many ways it's remarkable.
After all if it wasn't for emotion then the world cup would be nothing. But as it is it's the great joy and pain of the emotional party that makes the world cup what it is. That's the power of the game, why football's loved world over and snooker, well, not quite so much.
I never knew what it meant to love until i lost it. I went from a calm casual and relaxed person into a state of unpredicatble and irrational turmoil. love does indeed have the hallmarks of a drug. It's highs are great but the come down is sheer hell. it's power is so vast that it makes me wonder just where such a phenomen came from? who created it?
I found my irrational mind exploring ideas such as as a merciless God that would create such pain. But then if it wasn't painful then love wouldn't be special, pure and encompassing. The real shame is unreciprocated love. I'm not talking about infatuation in the form of somone thinking they love somone but rather the breakdown of what was a deep relationship. The realisation that what was once seemingly unbreakable and perfect is now no longer. The inplantation of all those questions: why? what changed?
Time is the only true cure. Time and discovery of a new lover.
Life is tough, life can be hard and not least because of deep emotions. Emotions such as love that can turn the hardest of people into a crying wreck. It's the power of our world and indeed the human being that our lives are governened by such deep feelings. In many ways it's remarkable.
After all if it wasn't for emotion then the world cup would be nothing. But as it is it's the great joy and pain of the emotional party that makes the world cup what it is. That's the power of the game, why football's loved world over and snooker, well, not quite so much.
Stryke wrote:
> Please, try and tell her. You -will- feel better.
I realise I probably will. Its just the buidlig up bit, and the face of myself being shattered staring me back.
> Please, try and tell her. You -will- feel better.
I realise I probably will. Its just the buidlig up bit, and the face of myself being shattered staring me back.
Please, try and tell her. You -will- feel better.
unknown kernel wrote:
> Cyclone wrote:
>
> She has crippled me with soft eyes and a delicate mind.
>
> That is a /really/ beautiful sentence. Great writing.
Thanks, but it is true. If anbody has ever felt this way, about a girl like this, they would know what it feels like. She is just so.....so delicate. Like a feather floating above a world of madness, while I am blown about beneath, trying to climb up to be with her, but it is only myself stopping me.
Thats the thing that really gets me.
> Cyclone wrote:
>
> She has crippled me with soft eyes and a delicate mind.
>
> That is a /really/ beautiful sentence. Great writing.
Thanks, but it is true. If anbody has ever felt this way, about a girl like this, they would know what it feels like. She is just so.....so delicate. Like a feather floating above a world of madness, while I am blown about beneath, trying to climb up to be with her, but it is only myself stopping me.
Thats the thing that really gets me.
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