Conversation with a friend nearing romance

Hello, friends, I am back.

I have a short excerpt from a thought conversation that occurred a few days ago.

The conversation shows my experiences in love and what love in my life has been like. One note: as I write, the character Valya, as you probably can gather, is based off of my own self—my thoughts, experiences, etc.

Valya: I have come to the conclusion that I am simply unloveable, which is why I will die old and single. Yet, you. You are going to fall madly in love with a man who cannot breathe without you. You, dearest friend, will certainly be happy forever and in marriage.
Dear friend: But, for you. You really think that there is no one for you? No one who has loved you as only a true love could?
Valya: The only love I have ever known given to me was from my dearest friend whom I never wanted to hear those words from. And the only love I have ever truly given was to the one who never wanted to hear them from me. And that is my plight. It is my life, my fate. I have become accustomed to it, and it no longer hurts me to think on it. So I shan't. There is plenty of life for me to live other than that which comes from a man.
Dear friend: And what about the man that you loved? Has he found love elsewhere?
Valya: No. Perhaps that is one of the things that pains me the most. Had he fallen in love with someone, that would have assured me that my own feelings are not where they should be, and I could move on.
Dear friend: “Are?” Do these feelings still exist? Do you still hold this man in regard?
Valya: I think... that there is a small part in me that still hold on the the threads of hope that perhaps the reason why he has not found another love is because I am the one. However, the rational side of me knows that that is not true, and when I can anchor those other feelings down, I am fine.

I'm sure you can assume the general line of this story. If any of you have gone through this, feel free to comment, for that is the purpose—to recapture those lost thoughts.


Until again--your faithful friend,

Valya

To the few

Welcome. I am Valya Bottel. I, indeed, am a female author. It is likely, though not necessarily true that this is a pen name. Granted, there are very persuasive arguments on both sides of the issue, so I would suggest not wasting your time on it.

I am here to share--to share what is often left unsaid. How many lovestruck girls have kept silent when their hearts were full with the poetry of sorrow? How many couples wanted words to express how it felt to leave each other, but let them go forever unsaid?--lost. And how many ardent men, full of integrity and honor, felt the desire to express their thoughts, yet let such noble aspirations go to waste? This is a record for you.

I know that likely few will read this. One of my favorite quotes is

"Blogging: never before have so many with so little to say said so much to so few."

I laugh at myself, because I know how true it is. Yet, why do I do it? Because I am writing for the few, the ones who by chance do stumble upon this. I hope that this hits you, as it would have hit me in my time.

Until we meet again--yours,
Valya