by Richard Zhang
If you just liked her as a friend,
you wouldn't feel pain when you talk about her,
you wouldn't feel pain when you think about her,
you wouldn't feel pain when others talk about her,
you wouldn't feel pain when others avoid talking about her,
you wouldn't feel pain when she's there,
you wouldn't feel pain when she's not there,
you wouldn't feel alone in the midst of a party,
you wouldn't feel alone among the 1000 audience members of a show,
you wouldn't feel alone at your annual family reunion,
you wouldn't feel alone with the crowds in the city,
no you wouldn't.
You are afraid to admit to your friends,
that she's 20 years older than you,
or that she's 20 years younger than you,
that she can't add 2 and 2,
that she can't walk and can hardly talk,
or that she's a celebrity, loved by all,
that she can sing and dance and act and talk and charm,
that she can shoot an arrow with her foot,
that she can recite a book while memorizing another one.
You are afraid of what they might think of you,
You think to yourself, "Why do I love her? She is so different from me."
But there is no reason: love is just love.
Love comes in any shape and form, expected or not.
It's true she'll never love you back,
she barely knows you and has little interest in you.
Love her well; she's all you have.
give her your strength,
give her your passion,
give her your ambition,
give her your heart.
Does goodbye still hurt so much?
There is a wound that will never heal,
a hole in your chest where it used to beat.
As she flies away, you wave a hand and leak a stream of tears,
You have nothing; you've given it all away.