With every shout in the void

"I am in love with you." I calmly state.
"It's been years." He retorts.
"It has." I simply say, as he just stares.
"To deny that after all this time I still think of you, would be impossible. I can't starve myself the opportunity to tell you that undeniable truth. I'm still in love with you. Before the lies and the denying consumes my soul, I am madly and deeply in love with you." I cry out.
In a contemplative reply he says, "Every day is our day, even though we don't share them."
I've never heard such a truer statement.
He continues, "With every shout in the void, I'd make them echo for you."
With those words, I move forward knowing we could never be.