Pieces connected and a heart was formed,
A creation perfected, a creation performed
To grant love to the downhearted,
To provide for lovers who parted,
And bringing back the hidden smiles,
Bringing back the lost laughter
From the apathetic region of the mind
To unwind:

All of the pains, the fears,
The memories that had scarred
And worsened each year,
All of the cuts on the wrists
That strained the body into
Irrational suicidal risks,

To finally render the body free, 
With the feeling too good to deny,
With the old feeling of happiness —
The feeling good enough to die.

For a girl, this hidden statement reveals a fragile lady weakening herself. She had gone through a rollercoaster of emotions by asking herself: “Is he single?”, “Will he love me back?”, and “Should I tell him?”. She was tortured. Each day she would pray to see him, even for a minute. Each night she would wish for courage because she is too weak: she deteriorates every day due to her constant battle between her mind and her heart.

Her mind:
“No, he is nothing more than a friend. We are nothing more than we are now, and we will never be more in the future. Stop. Just stop. He is not worth getting hurt over. If he saw my pain, he would want me to stop. My happiness is more important.”

Her heart:
“He is worth getting hurt over. He is the world to me, and someday I will be the world to him. I am not lying to myself, nor am I in denial. I am in love. My happiness is his smile, his laughter, and his presence. My happiness is the hope that he will fall for me as hard as I fell for him.”

This girl is willing to do so much just to have him. She pushed her friends away; she ignored their advices. She was hurting herself; she chose her heart over her mind despite knowing the consequences. She chose to love.

When a girl says the statement: “He’s the one. He’s really the one.”, she really means it.