Love Can Be So Different

While my peers had a heated and chaotic debate about something,

My mind and eyes struggling against boredom were keen to hold on to anything.

Under the scorching afternoon sun, my gaze averted to the girls playing basketball.

While I scoffed at their foolishness, higher than anyone present there jumped a beautiful doll. 

Her pale white skin turned red and her beautiful deep eyes only focused on the ball.

Everything seemed to stop and except her, everything vanished before me.

I then realized how beautiful and breathtaking Love can be.

My eyes yearned for her but I didn't get to see her for a week.

But when I saw her playing again, I knew I had to sneak out of the class quickly.

Panting and huffing, when I saw her shining brighter than anyone on the playground.

I knew that her long black waving hair was an indication of the fate by which we were bound.

"See how focused she is on that ball. Is someone like you even worthy of her?" My dignity made a loud sound.

Every dream and fantasy I had with her collapsed before me.

I then realized that how shattering love can be.

I studied hard just to become worthy of standing beside her.

Lazing around and getting lost in her thoughts like before seemed like an err.

I had to abandon my playful, lazy, and frolic life I had with my friends,

I had to turn a blind eye to the latest video games and social media trends. 

Little did I know back then that this decision would be my life's most important bend.

Ambition and stubbornness for her killed every enjoyable thing before me, 

I then realized how sacrificing love can be.

After studying hard for months, I had successfully aced each and every exam.

All my peers and my family congratulated me with a look that said "Never expected that from you!! Damn!!"

I wanted her to see and give that soothing, encouraging smile at my mark.

I wanted to thank her for pulling me out of the dark.

Soon I came to know that to a new city and school she had already embarked.

Teary-eyed I saw only loneliness standing beside me.

I then realized how painful love can be.

As I look back at my lazy and unmotivated old self,

I was but a dusty, good for nothing, useless book on a shelf.

I don't recall ever talking to her,

Nor do I recall standing out before her,

But her single appearance made my lazy and unmotivated old self stir.

Even though love was beautiful, breathtaking, shattering, and painful for me.

I now realize how inspiring love can be.