D.
It's been three years. Three years since you and I began.
Has it really been that long?
Three years. I'm curious as to how during those three years, circumstances have changed, people have changed, the weather has changed,
but my feelings for you have not.
I don't understand it. I had moved on. I had taken so many steps forward. Yet, somehow, I've been thrown back even more so.
I was able to handle walking past you, but now every time I do I die a little inside.
I was able to handle avoiding you, but now it seems all I do is end up where you are.
I was able to handle not meeting your eye, but now all I want is one look. One look from you.
You used to not be able to stop looking at me. Now, your gaze doesn't even come my way. Your eyes don't ever meet mine. You can't even say my name.
It takes all that I am not to run to you, to cry for you. Not to stop you and ask where you stand. No matter how much I may want to, it's no use. You can't. But even if you could, would you?
Are you there? Are you still there?
I guess not.
S.
