Though you may not feel the same. And I am quite sure this is much true than what I dream everyday. I expect you not to repay the sweet foolishness that I have carelessly and aimlessly thrown at your window, though tightly closed, I beg you just to consider. No, I don’t need you to acknowledge my efforts – I don’t want to feel as if I am incapacitated. I don’t need you to pity the wilted roses lain at your doorstep or the weakness of my knees when I try to approach you. Just consider. See me and consider. See me, not as someone begging, but someone offering. Consider what I could give though you may not accept it. Mere consideration my love and I will not be in vain.
I remember waiting for you. Just a simple glimpse of you. That was my symbol of hope. Hope is a placebo. You may not need my appreciation. You’re so used to it, maybe in the verge of being sick of it. you have all of it everyday, every moment. You may not need my love, for love has been raining upon you, may it be from the purity of the skies or just some backyard sprinkler. You may not care, for it seemed that love for you is never scarce and fleeting. Just see me as the boy frozen solid in the afternoon sun every time you pass by with your friends laughing. I will look stupid. You will laugh, then consider that for a moment I made you smile. See me and consider.
You have been with the best crowd, worn the most fashionable clothes. But know that I am, still frozen for you, without them. You seem to need them every single day. I don’t need them to love you everyday. They describe you only as shallow, but these things opened my eyes to see you as someone empty. I saw you but I did not just consider you – I loved you. Shyly, silently, secretly and selflessly.
Please consider,
Me
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