Every night, for what has seemed like thousands of years, I wander these empty streets blindly, like a ghost seeking its true purpose on this mortal realm. The only guide that I have is the street lamp sitting on the corner, a beacon of light beckoning me forth. The light is eagerly awaiting to bathe me in its loving aura. When I arrive at the base of the street lamp, though, the light burns my entire being instead of making me feel welcome. It feels like every atom in my entire being is being torn apart. Every night, I seem to make the same mistake of letting my heart become broken over and over and over again by none other than you. The worst form of torture is the kind that one inflicts upon their own mind. The kind that has the phrase "unrequited love" written all over it.
Tonight, I return to the same lamp post on the same street corner trapped inside of the same illusion of reality that my mind has created. As I step under the light’s shattering illumination, though, it does not incapacitate my entire being. Instead, an epiphany races through my mind as a comet does across the vast vacuum of space. I no longer have to bear witness to the evils that this world continues to punch me in the gut with. Instead, I will choose to take hold of the reigns of my life and tell you how I truly feel. No longer am I chained to the ground by my own pitiful blindness: I have never seen anything so clearly as I do now. My eyes are no longer clouded, and my wings are no longer clipped.
And with that, I open my eyes, spread my wings, and begin to cry. But these tears are not sorrowful; They are joyful.
I finally have the strength to say goodbye to you, my world.
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When I had awoken from the strange and out-of-the-ordinary dream that was aforementioned, the most bittersweet laugh erupted from my throat. I almost choked on the sound: It surprised even myself. For I could never, no matter how selfish it may sound, give up hope on my one true love. No matter how many lifetimes I will have to endure to make you my own, I am willing to lose the battle to win the war.
Wielding this pencil as a knight clad in shining armor does his sword, I write to you an ode to my love. My heart yearns for your touch, though I cannot quite place a finger on the source of these emotions. I feel that if I attempt to repress said feelings any longer, I just might die. Every agonizing day without you, my entire body feels like it will explode into a puddle of sorrow and sadness at any given moment. How my heart could betray me like so, I’m uncertain. Alas, love is what makes this accursed Earth go ‘round. I suppose that on the day that this planet ceases its journey around the brightest star in the sky is when my heart will cease to beat for you.
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