Unrequited.
He looked at her and saw a flawless person. A person way too idealistic to even exist. And he believed in that. He could never ever even form a slightly negative opinion about her. He looked at her, not as the person she was, but as the person he wanted her to be.
And she, well, she didn't care much about him anyway. She didn't ignore him, but neither did she ever do more than just acknowledge him for his presence. The relationship he was trying to establish with her was so badly hopeless that he just couldn't even lay down the first brick. He always believed she was too good for him. I guess he just was a little shy of self-esteem. He had to settle for being a random dude in her life.
With enough time though, everyone learns something. And he did too. He learned that no matter what, its not working. He decided he needs to walk away, not because he had started to hate her but because he didn't want to start hating himself for hurting himself so badly. It wasn't doing him any good, the whole process of trying to be with someone who just didn't want to reciprocate in any form. He thought he needed to stop taking a dig at his own dignity for this reason. It was hard though, the walking away part. Trying to convince the heart to cut the attachment it has with someone is always hard. He knew it was going to be hard, in fact, he didn't want it to be easy. The harder it was, the better, he thought, for he would learn to not get attached with anyone else in the first place. With time, he did succeed. He moved on, with a smiling heart that wished her well. His heart also raised a wall higher than all the walls that existed already. A wall that taught him he was second to none and that he never ever should be second to anyone. A heart that wouldn't let him get attached to anyone who didn't want to reciprocate. I guess he became self-sufficient.
A few years later, the thought of her popped up in his mind. Was she too good for him? No. Was he too good for her? No. Was it just one of those things that was never meant to be? Yes.
And she, well, she didn't care much about him anyway. She didn't ignore him, but neither did she ever do more than just acknowledge him for his presence. The relationship he was trying to establish with her was so badly hopeless that he just couldn't even lay down the first brick. He always believed she was too good for him. I guess he just was a little shy of self-esteem. He had to settle for being a random dude in her life.
With enough time though, everyone learns something. And he did too. He learned that no matter what, its not working. He decided he needs to walk away, not because he had started to hate her but because he didn't want to start hating himself for hurting himself so badly. It wasn't doing him any good, the whole process of trying to be with someone who just didn't want to reciprocate in any form. He thought he needed to stop taking a dig at his own dignity for this reason. It was hard though, the walking away part. Trying to convince the heart to cut the attachment it has with someone is always hard. He knew it was going to be hard, in fact, he didn't want it to be easy. The harder it was, the better, he thought, for he would learn to not get attached with anyone else in the first place. With time, he did succeed. He moved on, with a smiling heart that wished her well. His heart also raised a wall higher than all the walls that existed already. A wall that taught him he was second to none and that he never ever should be second to anyone. A heart that wouldn't let him get attached to anyone who didn't want to reciprocate. I guess he became self-sufficient.
A few years later, the thought of her popped up in his mind. Was she too good for him? No. Was he too good for her? No. Was it just one of those things that was never meant to be? Yes.
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