This is not so much a story or poem, but more of a thought.
What would you do if you were in love and things were getting serious, fast?
What if you thought he is the one you want to spend the rest of your life with
him but did not know what to do if he proposed? You know you want this, the
feeling of being in love with him, wanting to be with him for the rest of your
days, wanting a family and to just be happy with him. But you have met him
once, you talk on the phone every night and you tell yourself you can do this,
you could get married but you are so young, so emotional, and vulnerable? What
if you want to be loved but you try to push them away. What do you do? If you
were that person what would you do? What would you say? What would you say to
him, the only man who has ever felt like they truly love you but you are so
scared, hiding away from his love and hurting him? Would you get engaged to him
and marry him. You are only a mere 17 years of age, he is 21 and he lives so
far away. You cannot spend your life on trains and buses, or can you? Would you
do it for him, would you travel for hours to see him? Would you risk everything
for this man? I just do not know. It makes no sense. People say it will not last;
it is just ‘puppy love’ that you will get bored of. But they do not know that
pain when he is not there, the happiness when you hear his voice, that way you
feel that is indescribable when you see him and the horror and dread you feel
when you think of him hurt. It kills you, nags at the back of your head telling
you that something is wrong. But that feeling when he calls you his, when he
calls you beautiful, when he tells you how he feels wanting to be married and
have babies. You love him unconditionally.
I love him unconditionally.