Worthy Love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is the story of a young man in love, but a painful love for him. The story regards to two males and one female. The rest, I think you get the idea. This story was inspired by a fellow writer of mine, a poet, after a love poem she wrote.

Submitted: January 01, 2012

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Submitted: January 01, 2012



Love is the most complex emotion of all. No one can understand it, and no one knows when it will hit. I will tell you personally that when you love someone, it hurts if the other does not return the feelings which you feel for them. How do I know? I know because I’m in such a hurtful love. I love her, but she does not love me back. And that isn’t the most painful part. Do you know what hurts the most? It isn’t the fact that you love someone who doesn’t love you back. It hurts, yes, but not as much as my current situation. Do you know how it feels when you love someone but that someone loves another? And you have no choice but to relinquish the love you hold for that someone while another takes her away from your grasp. And you let her fall through your fingers, because you know that you can’t receive her love. Because you know that the only one to make her happy is another man. Because you know that if she wasn’t with the other man, and you forcefully took her away, she would never be as happy as she is now. That is the most painful love there ever is. And I just happened to have that love. How cruel fate is.

Shall I tell you how we first met? It was like a dream. Two noble families meeting together. I was around seven, and she was five. It was her birthday, and we were there to celebrate. When we first met, it wasn’t love at first. Which is why I never believe in the saying “Love at first sight.” We met, and although part of it may have been forced by our families, we became friends. We didn’t get along at first, but then we came to know each other. She came to know of my duties and responsibilities as the only child in my family, I came to know her as not the weak and fragile girl I knew, but that she was also strong and caring. Was it because of her personality? Her outer shell became beautiful, even more so each time I came by. How long did it take for me to realize that I loved her? I don’t know, for I cannot recall how these feelings first came to be. All I know is that I came to love her, and desperately hoped that she would love me back.

But fate is cruel, and not every love comes true. I didn’t know that at first. I was blind. And part of it was because I didn’t want to see the truth. I didn’t want to see that she loved someone else, or that she cared for someone else. I was persistently in constant denial. Why? Because she was m fiancée. And since I loved her so deeply, I never wanted to let her go. But did you know? Although the love I held for her grew deeper, the love she held for me remained the same. She could not see me any more than a friend. How foolish I was. I became angry when I finally came to know the truth: That she did not love me, and that she loved another man. I was wretched to this other man, and I repeatedly made attempts to make this love fall apart. But it was all useless. And the day to our wedding only came closer and closer.

At one point, I finally pulled the blinds off my eyes to see that it wasn’t just my future bride who was in love; it was also the other man who was in love. And I was too foolish to see it. Those loving glances and stares, how could I have missed them? And was it around a week before the wedding? The other man came to me. I finally got to see him fully for the man he was. He was a man of lower stature, and he knew his “place” which is set for him. He was with her ever since she was a child. I think it was that fact which angered me the most and made me jealous the most. But at least I was fully conscious enough to realize that this man loved her so much that he was willing to let go. Because he believed that I would be the better man for her. Because he believed that I would truly be able to make her happier.

I knew that he was truly the better man then. I knew that I had officially lost. From the very moment that he requested that I marry her, I realized that this love was not for me.

I loved her, but in the end, I was not the one to deserve her love.

I cancelled the engagement. This, I found, was the only way. The least I could do was to say that I was the one who did not love her. The least I could do was say the last words of goodbye to my first love. I gave up on that love, but that doesn’t mean that the feelings will disappear. At least for now. Only time will tell, I suppose, whether or not I find a new love.

But until that time, I will love my first crush. My ex-fiancée. And I’ll make sure if that man doesn’t make her happy, I will. But I know that he is the only one who can really make her happy in the end.

This love for them will be tough, with many obstacles. I know that. Doesn’t mean that I can’t lessen the burden for them.

Like I said, love is harsh. And sometimes love doesn’t really come to work out. But it doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t help others from falling in love. Even if it kills you, you should at least make the one you love happy, right? That’s what I did. And I don’t regret a moment of it.

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