It hurts.
The type of pain you only know if you've experienced it,
The pain of loving you.
Spending time with you lets the happy moments seep into my brain, causing an imprint of the euphoric feeling you give off, a feeling I'll forever crave when you are no longer in my presence.
You create extreme comfort, a simple hug washing away my largest problems and deepest fears. It's the pain on my darkest nights, while I cry myself to sleep, where the only comfort I wish for is your arms around me, holding me tight.
It hurts.
Creating space won't cause healing. It will only make me push you farther into the outskirts of my life, and things will never be the same again. The vivid memories of what once was would burn holes into my brain, causing more harm than what was established before. The withdrawing and lack of communication forces the idea of abandonment into my brain, a feeling I never wanted to experience from you.
It hurts.
It hurts to fall in love with your best friend, the person who makes you the happiest, but also the one person who is destroying you with every interaction. The reason you are breaking apart at the seams, unraveling into a massive black hole of depression, loneliness and despair, and yet there is still nothing that can be done to cure the pain, and no matter what choice is made,
It'll hurt.
About the Creator
Carina Rose
Carina Fresa is a current Sophomore honors student at Suffolk University. Originally from CT, she has truly found a home in Boston. She is the multi-media coordinator for Rampage Show Choir, as well as a writer for Her Campus Suffolk.
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