MY LOVE WILL ENDURE 

        Loving you with this faceless love could kill me but that's okay. Still this way, I get to love you.

            I love you dearly with everything that is in me, with everything that makes and ruins me. Rare are the times where my heart doesn’t bleed while it beats your name; it usually happens when I see you happy, chasing your dreams and breathing the very essence of the life you choose to live. 

            But my heart bleeds when it beats your name, trying to beat even more slowly to steady the gush of blood knowing that I will never become a part of you. I will never become a part of your happiness nor be there to embrace you whenever you feel sad, lonely, helpless and lost. My heart bleeds every second of my existence knowing that I will never become a reason for you; I will never become a part of the countless reasons you make every second, every minute, and every hour of every day.

        The irony of loving you for dear life hurts but completes me. Because it means that I would never get the right to miss you nor should I look forward to hearing you say, “You are my home.” I will never become your home not even become a part of it; loving you kills me for I will never get the right, the right to have the chance to say these words to you; not in a million years will I get the right to dream of us together, the right to become your SOMEBODY, just that somebody even if it’s not me you’d end up with.

        My love will need no redemption. Even if it hurts, my love will endure.

         I love you dearly to endure the pain of this faceless love because isn’t it what’s pure? Loving with no conditions, with no questions ask. There is neither measure nor length of time that can determine how I should love you and how long I shall endure. Even though loving you might be my destruction, I came to understand that not all the people we love can love us back or consider the doubts that threaten to weaken this love. Although I know that you will never see me, still I dream that there is us. Still I whisper your name as my prayer.

      But loving you completes me. It fills the void fear has created, fear of rejection, of conditional love, the void of uncertainty; it taught me that I still can love you even with this light years of distance. Letting go of any fear of loving you, steadying the blazing love and turn it into calm, floating dandelion on one fine spring kind of love. I have come to accept that when I decided to love you I will get hurt.

      I will get hurt but love you anyway.

      It’s enough to make me feel complete.

      My love has burst into thousands of tiny and helpless heart bubbles multiplied even more as I stare into your sparkling onyx eyes. Your love, forever in my whispered desperate prayers, is an unending journey that will never reach its destination. 

       When your eyes lit up, lips curved up looking somewhere in the distance, I can’t help but feel hopeful that it’s me you’re looking for. But I know I will never be the one you will need, never the one you will search nor will never be the one you are meant to fall in love with. But that’s okay.

      I haven't had enough time to breathe as I drown myself into your eyes every second of my eternity. Is it a sin to love you? Is it a loss to want you? Whatever it may be, one thing is certain: 

MY LOVE HAS OVERSHADOWED MY FEAR OF YOUR REJECTION.