One Sided Love

It is a very nice feeling to fall in love. A person who is in love is always on the brink of mirth. Everything seems to be full of life and color. Thus it is a noble feeling to fall in love. However, it hurts so much when your love is not reciprocated. When you are experiencing what we called as one-sided love.
I have my own share of this feeling. The feeling that this special person means everything to you. There are times when I am always thinking of her, reminiscing every memories that we have shared and enlivening every moments that we spend together.
My beloved is not perfect. I know she has lots of flaws and lapses as a person. But I do not know why I love her with all her being despite of all her imperfections. I have learned to love her whole being. I love to hear her voice, to see her face, to feel her body next to mine and even to smell her perfume.
There was a time that I even told her how I feel, that I tenderly love her. But she did not believe in me. She thought that I was just kidding. She just looks at me as a plain friend and nothing more. I have been obsessed to her. I even get jealous when I saw her with other men and it lacerates my heart to the fullest.
When I am with her, I felt like I am in heaven. I have done everything for her. Even if it takes sacrifice just to make her happy. But it hurts to know that she does not love me the way I wanted her to feel for me. She makes it clear that we are just friends.
However, I have been thankful to her for being honest and for being real. She does not play with my heart. She did not prolong my agony by letting me know the real score between us. Now I know where to situate my self in her life. I am just her friend – a dear friend and I have to accept it.
I realized that I have been too much impractical. I was blinded with foolish love. I keep on insisting to go through a single door when in fact here are lots of doors to go through. I am just focussing on a particular person, demanding her to love me the way I want but she didn’t. However, the only consolation I have is that I have loved even if I was not loved the way I want it.