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The Symphony of One-Sided Love

Have you ever thought how wonderful one-sided love is?

It is like the sun rises, grows slowly during the day and when it sets, brings the gloomy clouds of loneliness.

Like the moon's phases, the crescent that gives you hope that they will realize your worth. Your efforts suddenly waning down when you're not even appreciated at your full moon phase.

It is like a cold breeze, suddenly touching your hair and face, making you realize their presence. 

It is like the sky, often blue, sometimes lilac and grey.

It is like the rain, with each falling drop, you crave for them but suddenly stop yourself knowing it's just a thunderstorm.

It is like a rose, beautiful with a sweet fragrance but dies slowly. 

It is like the stars, far far away but still makes you smile on a random Sunday night.

It is an emotion, a feeling, that can't be described in words. 

It hurts, it makes you happy, it gives you anxiety, it gives you chill but at the same time, it is something that makes you better.

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  1. AnonymousJuly 10, 2024 at 11:09 PM

    One sided love is like a Diamond,
    A person tries his hard but still the other person dont value them.
    and even if you get it you'll realise it was just a stone.

    The chase was gor nothong.

    People nowadays just use other people to feed their selfesteem to feel how valuable they are.



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    1. nihilism-thoughtsJuly 11, 2024 at 2:33 PM

      That's why you have love them from a distance, accept it that they are never gonna be yours and live your life.

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