I’m Calling This Piece…
“LOVE And THOSE WE LOVE“
by BRADLEY ALAN
…Ready???
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“I Am In Love.
I Have Been For A Long While, Now.
Problem Is, It’s UN-Reciprocated Love.
Meaning: The Person I Love Does In No Way Love Me.
I Wish He Did.
I Wish A Lot Of Things.
But, This Most Of All.
And Yet, I Know It Will Never Happen.
I’m Not His Type.
He Is Mine.
He Is Mine To A Perfect “T”.
When He’s In A Good Mood…
…As Am I.
When He’s In A Downer Mood…
…As Am I.
He Makes Me Happy.
I Could Only Hope To Make Him Happy.
So Why Even Bother?
Because, I Don’t Know Any Other Way To Be.
I Often Say I’ll Never Be Happy.
That Being Happy Is Something Beyond My Power…
…And For The Most Part, That’s Correct.
I’ve Never Known Happiness.
That Is, Until I Met Him.
He Makes Me Laugh.
He Makes Me Smile.
He Makes Me Happy.
He Makes Me Sad.
He Makes Me Contemplative.
He Makes Me Think About Things I’d Never Considered Thinking.
He Is…
…To ME…
…As Close To Perfect As One Could Be.
I Never Cease To Smile When We’re Together.
And Yet…
…This Love Is UN-Reciprocated.
One Day, Perhaps.
But, Not Today.
Not Now.
Not Anytime Soon.
And That Makes Me Sad.
It Makes Me Sad Beyond Belief.
And Yet, I Cling.
I Hang On.
I Have To.
If I Don’t, It Would Feel Like A Failure.
Another Failure.
I Am NOT A Failure.
He Constantly Reminds Me Of This.
He Reminds Me That There Is Someone Out There For Me.
But, I Don’t Want Someone Else.
I Know Who Am.
I Know What I Want.
I Know What’s Worth Waiting For.
I Know He’s Worth Everything.
So, I’ll Wait For Him.
I Deserve That.
He Deserves That.
And So, I Wait.
No Promises.
No Nothing.
It’s Just A Hope.
Hope Is What I Have.
Hope Is What We Have.
It’s Just Hard.
Hard To Be In Love.
Am I A Fool?
Am I Crazy?
No.
I Don’t Think So.
I’m Just A Man.
A Man Deeply In Love.
Foolish…
…Crazy…
…Love.
Will My Heart Be Broken?
Yeah.
Most Likely.
Do I Care?
Not. A. Bit.
Why?
Because Love Means IT.
Love Is The All.
The Everything.
The One Thing That Trumps The Highest Hand.
And I…
…Unlike Others…
…Am Willing To Suffer For It It.
Always Have Been.
Always Will Be.
Period.
I Just Wish He Felt The Same.
But He Doesn’t.
At Least, Not With Me.
He’s Promised To The Future.
Promised To The Endless Possibilities That The Future’s Willing To Spew-Forth.
He Doesn’t Love Me.
And That’s The Hardest Pill To Swallow.
To Lose-Out To The Unknown.
Does He Know I’m Here?
Does He know I’m Right Here…
…Ready, Willing And Able?
Does He Know I’d Love Him Unlike Anyone Has Ever Loved Him?
Maybe?
But In The End…
…I LOSE.
Ain’t That A Bitch.“
😦
"You Jivin' Me, Turkey?" 
Ah, Brad, amore is so hard isn’t it? I feel for you my friend. Unrequited love is the most difficult! Peace, Jaz
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Most Difficult Is Correct.
When It’s A Person You See All The Time…
…Spend Time With Whenever…
…And Yet You’re Not Allowed To Love Them…
…Nor Show Love…
…Nor Even To Speak The Word.
It Kills Me.
It’s Murder On My Heart Like Nothing Else.
It Just Makes Me Sad All Over When Thinking Of The Reality…
…And Blissful When Thinking Of The Possibilities.
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Possibilities are cool, hold on to that 🙂
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I’m Tryin’, Ms. Jaz.
Oh How I’m Tryin’!
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I Wrote This Piece Last Night While A Patient In The ER.
While I Should Have Been Thinking About My Health And Personal Well-Being…
…I Was, Instead, Thinking About This.
Thinking About Him.
😦
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Many hugs to you Brad. How are you feeling? Better I hope. 🙂
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Better Than I Was In Some Respects.
Worse In Others.
BUT, I Shall Not Be Making Anymore ER Visits For A While… …Hopefully. 😉
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BTW What do you think of the new videoblog, do you think I am crazy?
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I Know You’re Crazy…
…That’s Why I Love Ya! 😀
hehehe
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LOL………….
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I’d like to echo two of Jaz’ comments, both of which i think are very trenchant: 1) Unrequited love is a bitch. 2) Don’t give up hope.
I’ve felt that ache, believe me. But in the three times when it’s really been “love” (or something very close to it) and not just infatuation, two times I’ve won out. My wife was one of those. For many years she saw me as a friend, but one day came to her senses and realized. However, in both ‘successful’ cases, it took another woman in my life to make these gals realize that the prize wouldn’t be available forever.
In the third and unsuccessful case, it was because I didn’t tell her. This was a long time ago, and in recent years I’ve talked to her, and she had NO CLUE how I felt. I actually learned a lot from that one. I would rather pour out my heart and look like a fool than to pass up such a good thing. I think the two successes (particularly the one who ended up marrying me!) speak to the rightness (for me at least) of that plan.
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