Of love

Very often it feels as though I am the weakest person on earth.

My fragile heart as if will stop at any given moment. Any second, hopefully, could be my last, and how so? Heartbreak? Strange indeed, dear reader.
And for all I know, my pain is insignificant to others, that had a much harsher life and experiences.

But what of me? Why am I saddened so frequently, so strongly?
As if being an overly emotional freak was a reason enough, no.

I believe it to be a syndrome of stupidity. Honestly all doctors in the world would not heal this lobotomite that I am.

And it is an interesting bit, for all my flaws I do not seek someone to love me, I seek to share love. Bizarre, at least to me.

As you can imagine, she was angel incarnate. If for nothing else, for her being and personality that shined away my dark thoughts and deeds.

She even wrote me a soul-shattering birthday wish that no man could possibly deserve. I was broken by reading it, as I am nothing in comparison to how she looked at me. Maybe that hurts the most.

And when it comes to an end, when this kind of person leaves you, they leave with a part of yourself, in my case the best part of me left with her. And I do miss her badly, how could I not?

And dear reader, what conclusion can I leave you with? That I’d rather be dead, maybe emotionless? No. Even a few seconds of happiness are worth a lifetime of misery. At least to me.
Even If I don’t get to hold her again, and live only with the memories of the good times lost, I cannot complain as I do not deserve better.