And then, there’s another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert.
Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space! Yes, you are looking at one such individual.
I can see No matter how near you’ll be You’ll never belong to me But I can dream, can’t I? Can’t I pretend that I’m locked in the bend of your embrace? For dreams are just like wine And I am drunk with mine