This is my punishment... For my sins, I am endlessly bound to my love- I can never forget it, or you! No matter what I do, as happy as I may be with anyone else, It will always come back to you. And as added pain, I will never hear "I love you", from you. I will never read it from you either. Instead, there will be all these indirect signs and messages and things- like the way you kissed me and the way you looked at me- Those things will haunt me, and although I create narrative after narrative where I never meant a thing to you- they always crack against the force of the truth that emits a different conclusion.
This is my hell, and I will suffer it and take it all-and still my love exists. You have it always. No matter what you don't say. Words are trivial, meaningless. And I will always answer if you call out my name, especially if you are only lonely.
