There's a certain pain that comes with loving someone from a distance. Every time I see her, my heart starts pounding uncontrollably. But the moment I realize I don't have a chance with her, that same heartache sets in.
I can't approach you. I can't be part of your life the way I want to. Sometimes, falling for someone kind and caring hurts in its own way. They treat you well, and you start to believe their kindness is meant just for you—only to realize they extend that warmth to everyone. Still, there's a quiet joy in watching them be that way.
I'm happy simply admiring her from afar, knowing I'll never have the chance to stand beside her. And yet, seeing her smile like that—even when I'm not the reason behind it—is enough.
Being friends with her is enough, like a fishing line without a hook. Yes, we have a connection; we see each other, we act like friends, and there's a thread between us. But she never had a hook—she was never mine to catch.
That's why I never expect anything from anyone. Expectations hurt more than anything else.
When I first saw her, my heart couldn't stop pounding. But my mind kept warning me, "Don't expect anything—this might be the last time you'll ever see her."
People say, "If you truly want her, fight for her. Do your best—may the best man win." But what if someone doesn't want to fight? Not because he doesn't care. Not because he's weak. But because turning love into a competition feels wrong.
Imagine a guy who falls for a girl. She's kind, smart, beautiful—the kind of person who lights up his world effortlessly. But then he realizes he's not the only one who sees her that way. There's someone else. Maybe even more than one.
And instead of stepping up, he steps away. Not because he doubts himself. Not because he doesn't want to be loved. But because the moment love turns into a contest, something inside him shatters. He worries—not just for himself, but for the other guy… and for the girl caught in the middle. So he backs out.
This kind of person—me—I don't believe love should be something won by being better than someone else. Love isn't a prize. It isn't a game. It's a genuine connection between two souls—something real, something meaningful.