Unseen and Unchosen
It’s an unbearable feeling, waiting for someone who doesn’t even see you the way you see them. You convince yourself that maybe, just maybe, they’ll come around. Maybe they’ll realize what they have in front of them, maybe they’ll understand what they mean to you. You replay every moment, every word, holding onto the hope that it’s just a matter of time before they choose you. But every day, it becomes clearer—the truth hits harder. They’re not waiting for you the way you’re waiting for them. They’re not seeing you the way you see them.
It hurts more than you let on, especially when you see them out there, living their life, not even giving a second thought to the weight of your feelings. You wonder how they don’t feel it too, how they can go on without ever thinking about what you’ve invested, what you’ve given, all the love you’ve quietly held in your heart for them. But you keep waiting. You keep holding out, hoping, telling yourself that things will change, that they’ll realize the value you offer when it’s too late. But they never do.
And that’s when the real pain settles in. Not because of the rejection, but because you spent so much time believing in something that never truly existed. You were there, offering your heart, but they were never looking for you. They were never looking at you in the way you wanted them to. And that’s the hardest truth to swallow—the fact that while you were holding onto them, they were holding onto something else, someone else, or maybe nothing at all...
It hurts more than you let on, especially when you see them out there, living their life, not even giving a second thought to the weight of your feelings. You wonder how they don’t feel it too, how they can go on without ever thinking about what you’ve invested, what you’ve given, all the love you’ve quietly held in your heart for them. But you keep waiting. You keep holding out, hoping, telling yourself that things will change, that they’ll realize the value you offer when it’s too late. But they never do.
And that’s when the real pain settles in. Not because of the rejection, but because you spent so much time believing in something that never truly existed. You were there, offering your heart, but they were never looking for you. They were never looking at you in the way you wanted them to. And that’s the hardest truth to swallow—the fact that while you were holding onto them, they were holding onto something else, someone else, or maybe nothing at all...
