I used to think love was just for other people. I could never understand it, solitude appealed to me more.
But, then I met you on chance alone.
And for the first time, I preferred someone else over the company of solely myself.
I didn’t realize I loved you until you turned me down.
You have never said anything unkind to me ever, even when you reject me it is full of compassion.
If it was so easy I would have already done so. I can’t imagine anyone else, you are the only one for me.
Your words do not deter me, you aren’t fading from my mind.
Am I destined to remain heartbroken?
Thanksgiving was a cruel comfort.
Happiness abound, everyone elated and full of cheer.
I see them and I see us. The robed couple sitting with their coffee, fresh from the spa. This place has so much to offer those that come in twos. Here, I thought the distraction would be enough, the holiday would be enough, but I only see you in the faces of strangers and I can’t help but stare. I only see you playing golf in the afternoon light. I see you recording this place with your phone and walking the trails.
This place is one stroke away from a landscape painting reincarnated into reality. You would appreciate it.
I wish you could see it. See me. I could offer you so much.
I can’t help but think of what could have been. What this holiday would look like with you and I. I wish I could enjoy it knowing there was a possibility between us, a bud of hope that could bloom with each passing moment.
But I shouldn’t be thinking of you anymore.
My friends are losing patience with me and soon I will have to bury your name under false smiles and silence.
Your name is an uncommon one, just as is your spirit, but I keep seeing it in odd places.
In places where it shouldn’t be...you follow me and you are unaware of it.
Is the universe showing me signs? Or am I bending the universe around you--to my will?
I still hope, I still pray for you while also wondering if maybe one day I’ll forget you.
Like you have probably forgotten me.
Maybe if I was thinner, smarter, prettier, you would give me a chance.
But you deem me unworthy of conversation.
Maybe one day, I will forget your steady brows and soulful eyes, the purity in your grin, your tall frame and warm embrace. Maybe one day I will forget this hopeful feeling.
I do not regret loving you.
I can’t make myself regret it, not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
I might have to block you, but I don’t want to. I am afraid of a future without you.
In loving you, I never felt more alive. To move on I will have to kill a portion of myself.
The Question I cannot answer is...do I remain in this place because I want to or am I only preserving my life?