I’m in love with someone who’s gone forever. And I’m ok with that—
I’ve had those nights, too. Those nights that I wept my eyes off because I had too much regrets. Those nights I had to fake my sleep because the memories just won’t let me rest. Nights I would end up calling my friends and having them come over because I felt helpless. I had those nights, too. In fact, I had many.
But somehow between those ugly nights I thought, maybe I never needed to move on and forget. That maybe, I was just too clung to the notion that if someone leaves, the feeling must go too. I mean, what is so bad with the idea of letting this emotion just stick around? After all, unconditional love waits for nothing in return.
Surprisingly, it turned out that I can be fine with loving someone whom I’d never see again. I learned to love despite the physical absence. And that’s the most beautiful thing about this kind of love— knowing and accepting that person will never come back, but still choosing to love anyhow because love is not only for those who can love you back.