I gave up. I no longer believe. Sitting there, I hoped for a gesture, a movement, anything that might bring us closer. I spun a thousand scenarios in my mind, me lost in my music, them walking toward me, stepping over, leaning in to kiss me as the melodies consumed my soul. But every time my mind opened its eyes, a single arm’s length kept us apart. They never made that move. I was always alone there, with my hopes, my dreams, my fantasies.
So I stopped believing, even though my heart still pounds against my ribcage, my throat tightens until I feel I could suffocate. Time slips by, and every time I touch those pieces of myself that it inevitably catches, I realize it’s over for me. I will never feel that again, and I will die drowned in my own tears
