UNREQUITED - Excerpts and Poetry

01

"Why don't you go talk to her?" She asked.

"I don't have the rights." I mumbled, trying not to sob.

My best friend encircled her arms around me, she didn't know what else to say or more like, she gave up on trying to convince me that everything would get better, but really, would it?

I could feel the trembling of my lips and the hitching of my breath, even with that I managed to muster up enough strength to speak.

"I could picture myself, you know? I could see myself telling my adopted kid when he experiences his first heartbreak that his mother didn't die, instead, she just died from my existence-to somewhere better, to someone who could give her more than I can and that I still fall in love with her every single day and he'll understand, just how dangerous love can be."