Loving And HurtingI had my first real crush in high school. At that time, I had no idea why I liked him. But it doesn't matter for it was the kind of feeling that can't be compared with any type of luxury in the whole wide world. I just couldn't help but smile whenever my heart jumps a beat by the sight of him.
Then the most unexpected moment happened. One of my friends told him that I have a crush on him. I was so surprised to know about it and I didn't know what he would say. But even though I didn't expect too much, I was still awfully disappointed by his response. He said 'f*** you!'. Now who wouldn't be disappointed to that?
In spite of hearing that, my heart still rejoiced by his presence. But before fully accepting that there's really nothing that I could do to stop my heart from doing the trick that it does whenever I see him, I kind of felt bad about it and even convinced myself that I could control my heart. But I just can't. And there's no choice but to live with it. After all, it's not that bad you know. He hurt me once but made me happy countless times.
Yes, it was plain rude to curse on someone especially if you have no good reason to, but love comes with hurt. And if you're hurting, it just means that love does exists.