Loving someone is as much as handing him your heart right in the palm of his hands. Your heart leaves its premises from your chest and lands right into those palms of his. You leave it there hoping that he’ll protect it as gently as a mother would to her newborn child, ready to give it all her love just so she’s sure that the child is perfectly safe there in her arms.
Sadly, love doesn’t work that way. It isn’t an instant give-and-take bargain. When things come to worst, it’ll turn out unrequited. Yet even if you are aware of the unrequited nature of your love, you still keep holding on to the hope that he will still keep hold of your heart.
He stands there with your heart in his hands. Maybe he’s just a few inches away or maybe he’s miles away, but this doesn’t make a difference. His love for you radiates, penetrating the distance, through the way he cradles your heart. If he handles it with utmost care, your chest feels as light as a feather, as though your worries have fluttered away.
But when love is unrequited, you’d barely have a say as to how his hold on your heart will be. His grasp could be too tight and, in your chest, you can feel his clench. Sometimes, tight enough to make your intake of breath rapid and enough to bring tears to your eyes. If not tight, it could be loose, loose enough for it to slip through his fingers without him giving a thought or two about it. As he releases his grasp from your heart, it falls and hits the surface with a clatter, dividing it into a million little pieces.
The person you once thought would cradle your heart with utmost care could, in a glimpse, be the same one gripping it too tight or just letting it fall to the ground. You’ll never really know how long he’ll keep up protecting your heart. Are you ready when the time comes that he won’t?