Young Writers Society

Do you know that feeling? That feeling that makes you ache? The feeling you’ve met the love of your life, and they’re so distant it seems impossible to reach them? Do you ever get that feeling, that lonesome feeling in your heart, that longing for something, that tears you apart? I probably am just like every girl in the world, waiting for her knight in shining armor to sweep her off her feet in the rain. To live happily ever after. I know I’m not perfect, not even near that wondrous word, but my knight in shining armor can see through the flaws, can’t he? After all he’s perfect, while I’m insignificant and small. Weak and worthless. I may be surrounded by friends, but I want something more. That selfish desire thats spreads through to my soul. I’ve got friends aplenty, friends with those I want. But they are distant friends, and this makes me distraught. Could my life be destined to live this way? To watch him forever, just a little a way? To be friends and know he likes me, but my knight in shining armor apparently doesn’t see.

Do you know that feeling? The feeling of being pulled apart? For love of some far off beauty? She’s carefree and happy, she blows me away, so I try and impress her, every single day. She doesn’t seem to notice, that beauty afar. So I cherish every moment spent together, even if they are just sentences like “Hello”. Sometimes she looks at me, a distant feeling in her eyes, and I wonder what she’s feeling. I want to approach but I belittle myself, afraid of what she’ll say and think. For she seems to love another, they spend so much time together. They sit and laugh and talk as if the best of friends. Or more. I know the look he gives her,but I can’t read the look in her eyes. That far off, distant beauty, whose soul never lies.

Do you know that feeling? Of one so very close by? Whom you are so fond of, to whom no one can lie. She brings that feeling to me, that feeling of overwhelming joy. My best friend so very close by. The intruder to our relationship, that one afar. He’s the wall, the wedge between us. I see him catch her eye and bring rosy blushes to her imperfect complexion. Though she may not be perfect, I see the good inside. I want the beauty of her soul to rest in my hands, to be completely mine. But she does not see me as that. She sees me as a brother, her best friend. Though she’s with me all the time, she does not read the signs for that one afar distracts her. Or maybe she does read them and ignores them, for him.

We understand that feeling, that feeling of despair. The feeling that no one will understand our messages in the air, sent clearly to the recipient, though they act as not to understand. We know this feeling, that if one could have their way, life would be perfect. But life is not fair, so we must endure until the day our fate becomes clear, so far off is that. But never fear, for that person, that special person is there, our glimmer of hope to cling to ‘till our time is near.