Monologue

A contemplation of a love that never was

All I ever wanted was acknowledgment from you again, but the memories of the moments spent with you have since faded away and that desire to be known by you has escaped me. Vanished. You broke my heart and vanquished my spirit with your indifference towards me. Where before I felt a bitterness towards the naive vulnerability with which I stepped into those moments with you, now I feel nothing because you’ve given nothing back. I cannot say that tears have not been shed, but even rivers run dry in drought. There is nothing left for me to hold onto, no hope, no strings from which to tear back the passage of time and remember you. You, and your indifference, created, in me, a vortex that has taken away any living thought, feeling, or memory of you. What makes it all the worse is that you did so knowing that you were too afraid to allow yourself to feel those precious emotions which preceded all of this, this pain and indifference that move about, swirling between your heart and your mind as you try to make sense of your running away from those true feelings you have towards me. Why were you so scared? There is nothing wrong with liking someone so much that you know it will flourish into love for one another. Why cut things short and not allow them to run their natural course? We could have had something beautiful, something lovely for the both of us. Now we’re left with mere regrets of a love that never was, a love that can never be, a love that lives only in the memories forgotten and the ones un-lived.