Part 3

I’ve seen unrequited love in the mirror a few times.

I ignored her. Told her to stop coming around here and clouding my eyes because ‘I am whole.’ Until I met you….

Until my creator placed me in front of a love so pure that I had no choice but to confront my own impurities, my own insecurities. A love that I found myself searching within the endless pits of my mind and heart just to water and nurture. But when I awoke in the mornings, I still met my tired eyes. Those same eyes, stares, and glares that I grew to believe clouded my judgment on my love.

Unrequited love is not my love but she became my poor excuse when I realized that the world around me saw treasures in me that I had never found in myself. Who is myself?

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