Recently I heard a story that made my heart melt, and subsequently break. This isn't very eloquently put, but it's very late/early and I'm using this to avoid a paper, and try and relinquish my thoughts on it so I can focus.
My friend I haven't talked to in awhile, described a girl that he has liked for a year or so to me saying (these are my words not his, but the meaning is the same):
I can't even describe her. She's my dream girl (a term I mocked him endlessly for). She makes me feel... alive. Every time she enters the room, it's like I can feel it. I hear her laugh or her voice and my entire body responds. When we talk my heart feels light, and when she looks me in the eyes I can't remember a word I was saying. I even stammer sometimes, and when she laughs at it I melt. But she's just so cool too, she's the type of person that knows exactly what to say or do. We have so much in common, she loves hockey and shitty japanese films. I feel drawn to her, but it hurts to have her there because it feels so... hopeless. She's way out of my league; I'm not half the person that she is, but when I'm with her, she makes me feel as though I'm a better person than I even thought I was. And she loves people, truly. She's like no one I've ever met before.
This is written in a voice of mine recalling his, and I realize it may sound a little confused. My first attempt was to emulate his, trust me much worse. Honestly, though, even the more sentimental comments were really his own just differently phrased. After he left, naturally I felt very light-hearted and excited, giddy, similar feeling as every time I watch When Harry Met Sally. But I soon realized something that broke my heart. He is never going to tell her. There will be no finale scene on New Years, when he realizes that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her. He knows. Now. And nothing. What will be the actual outcome? He will likely meet some other girl. I'm sure she will be very nice. And that will be that. And most people would shrug, and move on. Because our concept of love isn't what our heart most ardently desires or yearns for. But what will come naturally, easily. We settle. It sounds cruel, and I'm sure that many are contentedly happy settling. Contentendly happy isn't comparable to lightening striking, just a great deal safer... "but eh? what are you gonna do?" My heart breaks.