Whoever has get over it, knows it is no piece of cake. Overcoming a crush on someone can be an exhausting task, at least, emotionally.
It always starts in the same manner. You meet somebody. You congeniate, find her special. But, over all, you can't remove her perfect face from your mind. Her image is engraved in your brain. And it hurts.
It hurts because you know she doesn't feel the same way. And it is worse when you realize that she wants to be your friend. And there she is. Hanging with you, chatting, smiling.
But, why do we suffer in silence? Because we want?
Why can't we just say -to ourselves: 'All right. She doesn't find me special. Now I' must understand her, and move on.'
But we can't. We just wallow in self pity, deeply convinced of our hopelessness, preceiving the light above us, watching it from the bottom of the well.
And we keep feeling sorry for ourselves. Almost like we actually find pleasure on it. Daydreaming that something may become true by wishing
it intensely enough. It never happens.
Ultimately, we wake up one day -after several set backs and relapses, with the realization that life goes on. We are valuable, indeed. We deserve something better than feeling down. And we promise that we'll be happy, even by ourselves, feeling no further need of love again. Happily, this doesn't last.
We smile again.