Girls Love

I fell in love.

It was a useless, unrequited love, a silent symphony playing only in the chambers of my heart. The way she smiled, the way she laughed, the way her eyes lit up when she talked to me - it all made my heart skip a beat.

I told myself countless times, "'It's just a friendly approach; there's no meaning behind it. Don't let it get to you,' " but my heart refused to listen.

When she was near, I tried to be the best version of myself, but I ended up acting like a fool. I'd giggle uncontrollably at her jokes, even the ones that weren't that funny. When she smiled, I gave her an even bigger one. When she hugged me, I'd babble on about anything, just to prolong the contact. I even delayed projects, hoping she would need to talk to me.

My stupid heart was happy. She was becoming a big part of my happiness, even though I knew it was a dangerous game. I tried to tell myself that she was like the sister I never had, but it was no use. This unrequited love was slowly killing me.

But the moment that shattered my heart into a million pieces was when she announced her engagement. The news hit me like a ton of bricks - sudden, crushing, and utterly unfair.

My mind was a whirlwind of questions, doubts, and regrets. I tried to avoid the places she frequented, but I knew I couldn't hide forever. The day I dreaded arrived far too soon.

I was asked to create a video for a project, and she was involved, too. This meant we would have to interact regularly. I couldn't refuse the assignment, so I ended up seeing her again. And that's when I saw him - her fiancé. My eyes immediately darted to his left hand, searching for the ring. There it was, a sparkling symbol of their commitment, and my heart sank even further.

Time passed, and I found myself getting along well with her fiancé. I felt like a hypocrite. I was in love with the woman he was going to marry, and every friendly interaction felt like a betrayal of my own heart. How could I smile and laugh with him when inside, I was crumbling?

The worst part was how she continued to treat me. Her actions seemed more intimate, more affectionate. Maybe it was just my wishful thinking, but I had evidence. Whenever I tried to avoid contact, she would deliberately seek me out. She would tilt her face, inviting a kiss on the cheek, or pull me into a hug. And when she hugged me, I was terrified she would hear my heart pounding or somehow sense my one-sided feelings.

Even now, I still sit behind her in the office. Just seeing her back feels like enough; there's not much more I could ask for. I know that if she turned her head and looked at me, she would smile that bright, beautiful smile that always made my heart skip a beat. But that smile, as much as it fills me with joy, also brings a pang of sadness. It reminds me of what can never be.

I fell in love, a one-sided, unrequited, and ultimately sad love. A love that bloomed in the shadows, hidden from the world, and destined to wither in the face of reality.

(The End)