Unidirectional love AKA one-sided love.
One-sided love stories are seemingly peculiar in nature.
On one side, it feels like your soul is in an unimaginable territory of endless waves of romantic what-if scenarios.
On the other side, you feel a massive burden weighing you down on the daily, knowing the unidirectional nature of the attachment.
Eights months at the time of writing, the mixed realm of emotions linger vividly.
You attempt to find an escape by plugging in to soulful music, but only to welcome the tsunami of unsolicited attachments which engulf your thoughts.
Before you know it , you find yourself sucked into a headspace akin to a black hole.
Before you know it, your thoughts are out of your grasp, for you have been totally blanketed by a myriad of beautiful , and intimate memories of her.
Before you know it, the reminiscence of her silly self takes over your system.
Before you know it, you find yourself smiling at the recollection of her indelible laughter,
her infectious childlike smile,
just like the mesmerising dawn,
