INCOMPLETE

I’ve stayed by your side and I’ve loved you, for a very long time. Since the first time I laid my eyes on you, the brightest star of them all, I fell terribly in love. You, the object of my unrequited love.

At first, I admired you. I always watched you ever since I discovered your greatness which shone, even through my darkness. It slowly turned into adoration. I adored the smile which blossomed on your lips, the sounds of your laughter like the tinkering of heavenly bells you let out when you’re happy and the warmth in your eyes when you feel joy.

I adored the freckles that broke out on your face in our adolescence, the one you showed proudly when everyone else thought it was a flaw. I adored your short, wild hair which you never bothered to tame. I adored the strength in your muscles, the ones you trained till the point of defeating a grown man without a scratch.

I adored your confident stride whenever you walked, even when you were unsure of your destination. I adored your curves, the one that drew the eyes and desire of many when you walked by.

My adoration has turned to love. I loved you. Everything about you appealed to me. Your habits, your being, your existence, I loved everything. I wanted to be your everything. I didn’t realize how lonely, how incomplete I was, till I met you. I yearned for you every day, that you would become the piece I was missing.

I started to collect little things from you. My eyes would recognize and follow you wherever you were, and I was quick to do anything for you. I craved to be your everything. I wanted, no, I desired you. I wanted to be connected with you, innately.

I felt a deep desire to possess you. It started going downhill from there. I was more upfront with my feelings I knew could not be accepted because even if I ignored it for a long time, we were bound by duty. We were separated by a lot of things yet I longed for you.

It was too late when I got the confidence to tell you how I felt about you. With that beautiful smile, I had always adored, you stood at the altar with someone else, pledging your life. You had become someone else’s completion. And it hurt, it hurt so much. My unrequited love for so long, it ended in failure.

Was it my cowardice, my hesitation or was it the gulf that always separated us? Even now, I wouldn’t know. But I had found temporary completion in the fact that you were complete. That is , after all, all that matters.