My Unmei

I once met someone who was any girl's unicorn. It was the first time that I felt genuine happiness — a feeling I didn't think existed. Even my own mother had never seen me that happy. But like a dream that was too good to be true, it wasn't meant to be. For the longest time, I asked myself, 'Why did I have to experience that?' I found something amazing, only to watch it go. Did I not deserve it? Maybe I wasn't worthy enough to have it forever. Despite feeling that way, I was able to help others feel better. People who didn't know me. And I didn't know them. I found purpose in the path I was taking. I hoped that one day, if by chance I ever meet someone to share the joys of life with again, that person would embrace who I had become. There's a saying that some of the best moments in life happen unexpectedly. Several years later I encountered someone who wasn't quite like the other. But he knew my heart and understood me better than anyone ever did. And so, what could have been an amazing journey that I thought I was headed for...well, a living hell was my destination. You see, what most of us have yet to learn when we finally encounter such a person is that the outcome is a double-edged sword.  Someone who understands us by heart can enable us to be the best version of ourselves and soar higher than we could ever imagine. But it is this very understanding that can also be used to tear us down and leave us with unimaginable scars. We will grow to trust this person more than anyone before, and when such trust gets broken, we become lost and confused. We can't help but blame ourselves. We feel humiliated. But it is not our fault. It is never our fault when someone chooses to deceive us, hurt us, and disrespect us. And it is not our fault when we are left. Nor does our value decrease for loving someone who doesn't appreciate the best parts of ourselves. And above all, we must remember that the people who truly understand us are the ones who already understand themselves.

I really like the line 'This is the love story I've been trying to avoid. This is the love story I've been running away from. This is the love story that is happening.' May I quote it and put your name as the one who wrote it?

Where have you been?! I love your poems!!

Your poems are all relatable. May i quote it?

I absolutely ADORE your talent!How long have you been working on this passion of yours? Hope there is many more to come , truthfully i hope you make it big one day i would adore to buy your compositions ;D

How much royalty do you charge for using your poems if it somehow got money?

The Notebook was about a man who wrote 365 letters to the woman he loved. The Great Gatsby was about a man who built himself up in hopes of obtaining the woman he loved. Both were motivated by the love they had for one special woman; both were persistent. But only one succeeded. My story will be a mixture of both. Like Noah Calhoun, I might end up composing 365 pieces from the bottom of my heart. Like Jay Gatsby, I will build myself up by doing what I should have done back then. But I'm afraid that my story will end up to be more like Gatsby's. No, I'm afraid that I am Gatsby, the female version. I will be the best 'me' that I can possibly be, but I will never get the one I love. This is the love story that I've been trying to avoid. This is the love story that I've been running away from. This is the love story that is happening.

I fell in love with your writing after I read one of your poems. You are a beautiful soul and I don't have to know you to see that. Please never stop writing. Because you've expressed thousands of things I only wish I had words to explain. And I can't thank you enough for that. Sorry this isn't really a question but yeah haha

Those poems are so poorly written that I am literally crying out of disgust. Please, get a poem book asap.

What does your blog title mean?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I couldn't follow the 'rules' of being a lady. I'm sorry that I fell in love with you before you could fall in love with me. I'm sorry that I didn't know how to play hard to get. I'm sorry that I wasn't mysterious enough. I'm sorry that I was 'nice.' I'm sorry that I was 'kind,' that I was unable to playfully hit you. I'm sorry that I was too honest, that I didn't know how to keep secrets from you. I'm sorry that I was considerate. I'm sorry that I cared about your needs more than I did with mine. I'm sorry for the time when I adjusted my schedule just so I could come out and support you when you asked me to. I'm sorry that I didn't set many boundaries because I trusted you. I'm sorry that I love you as if I've never been hurt. I'm sorry that I was sensitive. I'm sorry that I had to take a minute or two to digest your sarcasm. I'm sorry that I cared about you more than I should. I'm sorry that I cared to the point where I over-analyzed the details just so I knew how to not hurt you. I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough to handle my emotions. I'm sorry that I was willing to take extra steps to love you like how I wished you could love me. I'm sorry that I was willing to face my fears for you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I can't change. I'm sorry that I like being that way, even though it has brought me nothing but pain.

Love me Oh, love me please Love me like how a bee loves its honey Love me like how a tree loves its leaves Love me like how a candle loves its flame Love me like how a kite loves its frame Love me like how the snow loves the cold Love me like how a star loves its glow Love me like how a heart loves its blood Love me like how my heart loves you Love me Oh, love me please

I love the way you write. When I'm sad I like to read your texts, I feel better