The Sad Ones
Pretty loves are pretty but sad ones are prettier…
Dear you, I have buried you in my heart. For real this time. This time all of it. All these tiny little moments we had together. Everything and nothing is buried now. All those eye contacts, those sparks, butterflies, and everything were just infatuations of mine. I have buried them because loving you will never be the same anymore. Loving you is more painful than anything in the world. On my behalf, the sky delivers my nightlong prayers. On my behalf, the rain delivers these tears. On my behalf, the moonlight pours my love. I love you, I want to hate you. Everything in me whispers to hate you, but I don't know how to hate you… You are the reason behind these aches… Yet your thoughts are the reason behind these smiles. Out of everything in my life, I don't want to regret you. Uttering the word love makes me think about the pain, Yet still I can’t regret you…. that’s why I buried you, Because I have been in love with the possibility of being with you. My own delusions are the ones to blame. Uttering your name brings smiles, still, I refuse to utter it now. Smiling at my foolishness or your ignorance? This is going to be the end of us. Still foolish of me to think there is a possibility… Hating you might be a possibility but I don't hate you. I can’t ever hate you the way I love you. I have buried you somewhere near my heart. Don't know when your messy dark hair became my favorite, when your presence became more painful than pleasant. You don't know how many times I play our two-second interactions in my head. Neither do you know the pain I hide behind every laugh when in your presence… And you would never know. And I guess, it’s ok… Be happy with her. Yours Faithfully, (your unknown lover).
This letter is about unrequited love. It’s supposed to express the love of an unseen lover- as in one-sided love– highlighting the lover’s internal sorrow at the thought of letting go of the person they love. Still, the lover shows that they are trying to let them go and wish them to be happy. In the end, it concludes the letter by accepting the defeat of their love. This letter was a way for me to understand the cruciality of love, as love itself can’t always have happy and pretty endings. It was a way for me to expose that sad loves are pure and go unnoticed.
Marzia Seemat is a person who is passionate about writing and design. Her personal goal is to create creative designs and write creative writings- including intense stories. She loves to watch horror movies and loves to make watercolor paintings. Other than her interests, he is extremely passionate about the environment.—She loves rain with coffee.—Loves the smell of new books.