Opalite: In Mora

Ch 2

CH 1

On the short drive from campus to his apartment two things were becoming increasingly clear to Jimin:

My mind is graveyard of what we could have been.

@ritikajyala writes like she dipped her pen into the ink of soul. my soul

This attraction is magnanimous, it swallows me whole and crushes my soul.

This affection ebbs and flows in waves of potency making my heart ache with a ferocity that argues for you so cogently.

Your fire burns formidable, and it makes you untouchable but I want to know everything. Even if I must scorch myself while learning.

We'll always exist under the same sky,

talk to the same moon

and laugh into the same breeze.

Break the illusion

I pleaded with my mind, when a 10 minute call could make the worst day seem irrelevant.

Break the illusion

I whispered to myself, as I realized I like my stories better when I could ramble them to him.

Break the illusion

I beseech my brain, when I find myself falling in love with a mirage of a life lived happily ever after, with unspoken promise, with unadulterated hope and unconditional love.

Break the illusion

I implore my heart, one last time before its too late. Before I fall in love again, and he'll probably just want to be good friends again.

My heart replies

Just one last time, give it chance. What if it works? What if this is meant to be? What if this is the one?

Foolishly, I'm convinced. But my mind already knows what my soul cannot bear to accept.

Sometimes there's more happiness in loving than being loved. And I just want to be happy, for as long as this illusion can hold.