I’m in love with someone and they don’t love me back. It’s mostly ok. Minus the screaming part.
I feel like I’m a catch. He makes me feel like shit. That’s the thing, right? About unrequited love? Unreasonable? Overwhelming? Pathetic?
It would be one thing to be a twenty-something and feel this way. The world is your oyster then.
Now? Dried up. Old. Over the hill. I think of words I’d never associate with little ole me. Especially someone so spunky, full of life and love.
What does one do when you meet this person? I know what you do when they feel the same way..but what happens when they don’t?
Currently, I’m avoiding other suitable men, hoping for a miracle that will never come.
But perhaps that’s just what single at 34 is. Avoidance. Broken heart. Defeat.