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“CONFESSION”

It wasn’t a love at first sight thingy; Or famous meets unpopular story. It’s just a cliché unrequited kind of love that will never be known by the person I love.

 

                       It doesn’t need to be loud. It doesn’t need to be proud. It doesn’t need to be mutual. It doesn’t always about just feelings. When you finally, hit by this… you can’t turn it back and go to the start easily. Four-letter-word but can be magical as Fairy God Mother in Fairytales. I swallow what I’ve said when this thing hit me. Like, I break all my walls because I started to like someone whose out of my league.

                        I said, I will never ever let him know about it. I can’t imagine myself confessing to others how I feel about them. I’m too coward to do it. I’m too scared of rejections even though, I expected it from the start. I feel like I’m too weak to hear it loud and clear from him. But some realizations sudden changed my mind. I mean, why not? I did tell him! Finally, well in my “me” way of confessing. Sincere and true but not loud and proud. Don’t get me wrong, I want to be proud of me being in love. But I will just do that if it’s a mutual feelings. And since it’s not, low key confession suits this.

                       The goal is for him to know what I felt. And I guess, I did it or we did it? Anyway it doesn’t matter, it’s enough that he already knew, and I didn’t get any answer on it. Considered it as it’s “no”, self. You become brave! Proud of you, my love. You can freely forget about him, slowly and surely. You don’t need to rush. You already said what you felt, that’s all that matter.