alpha-beta type of love

Loving someone is an enchanting sentiment…and being loved back is yet another thing.
Love need not to be reciprocated…
But the cruel part of loving… is leaving all arguments disconcerted in the hours of darkness… and tranquility shouts at the pinnacle of its lungs… arrogance brimming the two separate worlds……
and waking up, being sentient of the manacles of remorse embrace you... and seeing your loved one unresponsive, breathless, dead…
Hearing the ambulance scream as it gets near…
Knowing that you will never have another chance to hold her, kiss her… let her slumber in your affectionate embrace… knowing that your very vision of living with her eternally is shattered. And will never be mended once more….

And that’s the paradoxical part of loving…its charming, yet harsh… you can’t exist without it…yet it’s so hard to dwell in this world with it… but without it, we are not humans…just mere pieces of insensible automation..