{"id":757,"date":"2024-08-03T14:11:43","date_gmt":"2024-08-03T14:11:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latoriaa.wordpress.com\/?p=757"},"modified":"2024-08-03T14:11:43","modified_gmt":"2024-08-03T14:11:43","slug":"to-love-is-madness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/2024\/08\/03\/to-love-is-madness\/","title":{"rendered":"To love someone is madness"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

\u201cTo love someone is madness… To be loved by someone is a gift\u2026 Loving someone who loves you is a duty\u2026 But being loved by someone whom you love is a beautiful life.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today, I woke up with you on my mind, and honestly, my heart feels like it’s carrying a ton of bricks. Is it my heart or my chest that\u2019s weighed down? I can\u2019t quite tell, but the heaviness of you being tangled in my thoughts is undeniable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Last night, as usual, I drifted off thinking about you. It\u2019s become a ritual, like my nightly meditation. You\u2019re there, swirling in my mind, whether I want you to be or not. I\u2019ve tried to stop you, but it\u2019s like trying to chase away a shadow\u2014you\u2019re just there, lingering.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s a bit of a curse, this constant preoccupation with you. Why do I keep seeing you in the light of day and the dark when I should be asleep? Not that you\u2019re lighting up my world; it\u2019s more like a faint, blurry snapshot of you from the last time we met. I don\u2019t even remember your exact features anymore\u2014just this hazy, fading impression.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You don\u2019t know how I feel and I\u2019m uncertain if you ever will. It\u2019s like living in a chaotic dream where you\u2019re both the source of my joy and madness. It drives me up the wall in ways I didn\u2019t know were possible.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wish I could spill my guts to you, and let you know how deep this goes. But then again, what if that wrecks what little we have? I don\u2019t want to be tossed aside like a forgotten note. I just want to be there for you, without making things awkward or uncomfortable.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Honestly, this feeling might vanish like a vapour does\u2014sooner or later\u2014because you don\u2019t know it exists. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I can\u2019t bring myself to risk what little we have by spilling my feelings, even though I\u2019m not usually one to rely on \u201cQue sera sera.\u201d I want to believe that if we\u2019re meant to be, things will work out, but my practical mind keeps insisting on intention, effort, and consistency. In other words, I\u2019m not usually one for wishful thinking, but here I am, caught between hope and reality.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m at war with my mind, but here I am, pouring it all out because I needed to share this. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just so you know, I\u2019ve never felt this way before. I would have denied it if you\u2019d asked me a while ago. But something about you has stirred something deep within me \u2014 a feeling I can\u2019t quite describe but believe could grow. I don\u2019t think you feel the same, and that\u2019s alright.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, forgive me if I keep thinking about you. Forgive me if you\u2019re the first and last thing on my mind daily. Forgive me if this feeling feels like madness because sometimes it is just that…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I dream of a beautiful life with you, but you might already have that with someone else. For now, I’ll keep my emotions as a little gift to you from afar. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hope to move past these feelings and be with someone who loves me as much as I do them. After all, if you felt the same, you\u2019d have dropped a hint or said something by now \u2014 though I\u2019d prefer you just speak up. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do you feel the same way? Please let me know. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

What\u2019s it like to love someone who might not love you back? Loving someone who feels the same is beautiful, but loving in uncertainty? That\u2019s pure madness. Dive into the raw truth in this sad story. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":761,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"give_campaign_id":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[58,59],"class_list":["post-757","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-love","tag-unrequited-love"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/757","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=757"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/757\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/761"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=757"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=757"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.asoebipay.com\/autismthrive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=757"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}