He’s living his life to the fullest. He has everything what I can ask for.

A lovely family.

A mother, a father, a brother.

Did I mention that they love him more than anything?

Even two blessings of his brother and sister-in-law, a nephew and a niece.

A roof under his head.

Every food he wishes for, may it be sweet, sour, spicy or bitter.

His pocket filled with money; and if it’s empty, he still can ask his mother, father or brother, who would never turn down any wish which escaped his lips.

A perfectly fine health, and those handsome features which make my heart beat faster.

Branded perfumes and shoes.

A warm and comfortable bed.

He’s living in a country where he is free to practice any kind of religion, be active in any kind of politics he desires.

His education is on a very high level.

And he still has a very bright future and a long life ahead of him.

He says he’s very, VERY lucky.

Good to know that he’s indeed aware of that.

So..

Why does he still has.. desires.. for other things?

Why is he still… unhappy?

He has everything I could ever wish for, so WHY is he still… complaining?

This question kills me.

Oh wait, he is saying something in a very low voice.

He wants to feel loved.

After pointing my finger rapidly towards his family he wearily shakes his head.

He says from someone else, someone else than his parents, brother…

But why?

He timidly opens his mouth. He looks down. He says because he wants to feel… a different kind of love.

But what is this “different kind of love”?

It is a luxury. It isn’t achievable with any kind of money oriented stuff.

It isn’t within reach, not even with help of his parents.

He has to be… lucky again.

Because the thing he desires is very rare and hard to get. A path not found.

If its next aim is chosen, it surprises him, the clueless person who will soon feel a sense he has never experienced before. Even when it suddenly decides to leave him, it makes sure that he won’t forget him that fast.

It will appear on the most unfitting and unexpected moment of his life.

Very precious and to keep it... is a tough and difficult issue.

This thing called “different kind of love” can be very crucial as well.

I like to compare this “love” to the torments of Tantalus.

Personally this comparison fits perfectly for my situation.

In the underworld Tantalus was placed up to his neck in water, which flowed away every time he tried to drink, just as the branches overhead swung out of reach whenever he tried to pick the fruit from them.

He is my water, my fruit.

I’m starving, undergoing unquenchable thirst for him.

But I can’t even touch him. I will be stuck in this forever.

I am just a withered rose.

My head deep set.

I’m his best friend. Against my will, but who am I to judge? Who am I to resist?

I’ve been in love with him for as long as I can remember.

This “different kind of love” has found me indeed.

And he dares to say he wants to feel loved.

If I had opened up my torn heart to him he would avoid me for the rest of our lives.

I hope he doesn’t have to undergo in near future the same as me.

Perhaps it is waiting for him ‘round the corner, and he is too blind to see it.

I don’t know.

But if he finds it, he will tell me, I am going to be the first one to know.

Love is all around us...

For whom, who wants it
And for whom, who still dare to dream
about wonderful princes on white horses...

For whom, who are longing for it silently...

Does it disappoint you that waiting takes so long?
Does it disappoint you when it seems that nobody looks?
And for whom, who think it is too late,
Somewhere around the corner sometimes luck awaits.

Love is all around us
For people like you,
For him, for her, for me
Love is all around us

Silently wishing that person would be me.

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The poem on the very last paragraph is not mine, I sadly do not know the original writer :(

This is only the prologue, tell me what you think of it. 

If you like it I would love to update it :)