I Know I Can’t Be With You But I Still Love You

Aziz Acharki

I hope you do not mind when I say that I am in love with you. I hope you do not mind when I say that I think you are absolutely breathtaking. I hope you do not mind when I say that you have the most beautiful eyes that I have ever seen. I really hope that you do not mind at all.

Your​ ​brilliance​ ​is​ ​immense​ ​and​ ​I​ ​feel​ ​that​ ​I​ ​am​ ​starting​ ​to​ ​enjoy​ ​it.

When I look at you, it is love in it’s purest form. You look completely and utterly beautiful when you smile and for a second, I forget this mess inside of me. I would like to think that I am like your favorite worn out book. Even with all its rips and imperfections, you hold it close to your heart. Even after reading a million other books that are in better condition, I hope that I am still your favorite and that you never get tired of me.

“I would never surrender my heart to you again” I said,

But I took the risk and jumped.

But yes, I know. This​ ​can not be, we​ ​can not be.

“We’re best friends, remember?”

Of course, how can I forget? But I can not control this kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering within me. I can not control how my lips outline into a smile and how my heart murmurs, saying “he is wonderful beyond words.” I​ ​love​ ​you.

And​ ​you​ ​were​ ​okay​ ​with​ ​it.​ ​Not​ ​over​ ​the​ ​moon,​ ​not​ ​thrilled, Just​ ​– ​okay​.

I can not force you to love me. But God knows that I do not care. You are the most hurtful truth, but I only need you, forever.

In love, all you can do is fail so badly at the first try.

The rest? You don’t mind at all.

I​ ​long​ ​for​ ​you,​ ​even​ ​in​ ​your​ ​presence​ ​because​ ​you​ ​are​ ​here, but​ ​not​ ​with​ ​me.

Don’t get me wrong, you do not have to like me back. You do not owe me your feelings. We are best friends and that is all you can offer. I want more but somehow, we have reached the end.

Call this a love story,
A tragedy,
And no matter how you view it,
The end does not change.

But, I wouldn’t have us any other way. TC mark

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