"We fell in love with them, and they with us.
That love changed them substantially, so that they are no more the person we fell in love with, but a different version of it altogether.
And it changed us too, that love, so that we are not the same we were.
We can choose now; choose to remain hidden, to step back an never pursue that love, certain that with that love we woud change, and change some more… certain that, more impotantly, they too would change. We can choose to observe them silently, from afar. We can choose to love them from a distance and never pollute them with our feelings. And they will be themselves forever, unchanging, but never ours.
The alternative is scary, change is scary.
Loving them in the open, step forward, that’s what made them “not them” in the first place. We would do it knowing that the person we love is changing imperceptibly under our own eyes, because of us, and the very manifestation of our feelings, our very love, is what’s changing them.
But refusing to love is refusing to live and, even if unrequited love has fathered hundreds of artistic masterpieces, humankind still prefers to sacrifice the creature of its love to the altar of ephemeral satisfaction, than to preserve it.
Humankind still hopes in the next time.
For it’s rare to see someone fall in love every passing day, every passing moment, with the everchanging object of their first love. But it stil happens.
As it’s in our nature to be warped by love, so it’s to be rent by it, left behind. It doesn’t matter how long did it took for the change to make itself evident; or how long it will take from here on.
It will happen. You will be left behind, unloving or unloved.
And when it happens the only thing we can do is stop, know ourselves for what love made of us and then start anew.
And love again.”
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