The road seemed endless. Little by little steps he took to get near to her, and little that he know it just drew him even farther from her. He felt like running to get to her, but his feet won't. "You're too good from me. I'm too bad for you," he whispered. To forewarn him before he floats too high from the ground.
He almost knew nothing about it. But yes, he has heard about it numerous times; the greatest healer but sometimes, the venomous poison. Love can consign us to hell or paradise, but it always takes us somewhere. He simply has to accept the existence of this intricate feeling, because it nourishes his existence.
He's looking for someone to share his piece of mind. Someone to hold and someone to grow old with. He stretched his hand, trying to pick the fruits in the garden of life. But he was too afraid- because he might ruin everything that beautiful in the garden. So, he sat and just stare, hoping no damage is bound to occur.
"IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou," he whispered enthusiastically down under the shady tree. He knew she won't hear, but at least he felt better after saying it. A whole lot better.
He silently prayed;
"If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because I have life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If she has to make a choice, may she make it now. Then I will either wait for her, or forget her.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering."
She's on his mind. His heart told him that he was in Love, but the noes have it. Before he fell asleep, he softly said to himself;
"Tonight I will leave you. And you will leave me too. I won't dream of you. And you'll do the same too. Till we meet again!"
He closed his eyes.
and silently, he wept.
The prayer is taken from Paulo Coelho's By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept: A Novel of Forgiveness