The Almost Guy -Unrequited Love.

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Unrequited love is how they call it or else the love that wasn’t even given a chance. The ‘almost’ guy is the guy you’ve always liked, always wanted to date, always wondered ‘what if’, the one you’ll always expect a message from, you’ll always want to run into out of the blue, the guy you want to text after 3 cocktails and 7 shots of tequila, the guy you keep comparing to the ones you meet just cause you’ve always wanted to try being in a relationship with him or at least on a romantic date.

Unrequited love haunts you, makes you wonder; makes you question your decisions and actions, the words you’ve said, the effort you put into getting to know that person. Makes you doubt yourself and, often, even your current relationships. Curiosity is in my opinion the feeling that moves the entire humanity to do whatever, if it wasn’t for that many things wouldn’t have happened both good and bad. Not knowing what the outcome would’ve been if you had gotten the chance to actually be with the almost guy, is what prevents you from moving on from him. What if that person was the love of your life? What if he was your soul mate?
There is this guy I used to like/lust/love all at once when I was in secondary school, that lasted for 4 years believe it or not. Although we did kiss and stuff, we were talking to each other we never got the chance to really connect with each other, I was a hopeless romantic –at the time, he was a player. To be honest with you I don’t really care anymore but I will always be interested in knowing what he’s doing with his life and stuff. Almost love is not necessarily one-sided, in many cases both felt the same way but for some reason it was impossible to happen. And though every situation is different the aftermath is the same.

Having feelings for an almost person isn’t the worst thing that can happen to you, but it’s pretty painful nonetheless. You just have to learn how to live and deal with it, especially when it hits you. If it helps you burry it, you can’t kill it, it won’t die, trust me on this, it’s immortal; but you can –for the most part, get rid of it.


Athina, x.


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