I Am Silent, That's All

What I once looked forward to was a future of yours that never had me in it. "I like you." "But I don't like you." "I know. I just wanted to tell you, that's all." "Thank you." Perhaps liking someone doesn't need to be reciprocated. In this world of glittering lights, a person's feelings are shaped by far too many unknown factors. Every moment, every joy and sorrow, the word "love" has become so commonplace that it feels cheap, like a mass-produced plastic trinket. You fall for someone just like that, and in that moment, you take it as fate's doing: a sudden, unexpected flutter of the heart, the magic of love at first sight. But sadly, if you were a little more naive, in that instant your heart skipped a beat, from the very first glance, he might have belonged to you. You're trapped in a one-person play, refusing to take your final bow no matter how hard you cry or how miserable you look. Even though you're the only actor and audience member from beginning to end, you perform with such gusto, turning yourself into a joke and taking the whole charade seriously. Whether it's an open or secret crush, if he doesn't love you, then every unrequited longing, every step along the way, and every ending seems tragic. My dear, let me offer you some advice: falling for someone is perfectly normal, but could you please not lose your head over him? Could you please not let him take over your entire life? You love him so humbly, and life is already so hard. You're not yourself anymore. If this is what they call love, then I hate it. It has robbed you of your freedom from beginning to end.