Heartbroken

I stared. I stared in disbelief; of myself and her decision. I couldn't believe that she had said no. She was already with another, she had told me, another boy who talked to her near constant like I used to. He was sweet and kind, she said. He loved her like she did him; like she did me. It wasn't pure rejection, I told myself, it was more of the "you had your chance and you blew it."

I see it now. I feel it even now. My love for her, my love for the one that got away. She's happy with that boy. She loves him just as he loves her. They danced together, they laughed together. Soon though... Soon she'll be moving. She'll be moving to the north, the far north.

I won't see her again, and I know this for fact. So we shared a kiss, despite the other boy she was with. It was I that initiated it. A soft and chaste kiss that left me aching for her as my heart cried out in a rage. A heat-of-the-moment thing, of course, but it was no less in mine eyes, no less in her's either. It was a bittersweet end... A final goodbye.

Enough of the honeyed words. Enough of the feelings of regret. Enough of this self-inflicted drought brought on by my undying dedication to her. I have reached it, now... My catharsis. So I cleanse myself of these fears and regrets; of my doubts and depression.

For now I lay my pen to rest.