"How could you not have known my feelings for you?" I demanded of him. "I made it so plain, so obvious." Or at least I thought I had. It seemed like I remembered giving him all the clues: the sweet accidental touches, the need to always be near him., and of course the looks I gave him. I know I must've always been staring at his beautiful face, waiting for him to notice me.
A tear began to roll down my cheek, at first burning hot and then so quickly it was cold, as if it were mimicking our love. If only I had actually voiced my true feelings; oh, where we might be now! When I looked up at him I could see in his eyes that he was rolling around the same kind of thoughts deep within his head.
"So many years we have lost then..." A sad smile crossed his lips as his voice began to falter. "I...I've loved you for so long. Dreamt of you; imagined it was you in my arms as I was holding her." Looking at my hands as he took them into his, his face became very somber. He didn’t look up as he spoke the words that would kill me, "But I cannot forsake her, for she has done nothing wrong. She has done nothing but love a man whose heart is, and has always been yours."
At that moment as he looked up into my eyes, my legs began to crumple beneath me. The room was spinning. I sensed myself sinking to the ground in a slow reeling decent. He caught me up in his arms and pushed me against the wall, crushing his lips against mine. His hands left my body burning with desire, desire that I had suppressed for so long. For that one moment I felt as if I were floating. Whether it was from lack of oxygen or something else, I’ll never know. All too quickly he pulled away, leaving me shaky and exhausted. We stood silently staring at each other; our breathing erratic.
I watched as little-by-little a blanket of affliction wound itself tightly around his being. He opened his mouth to speak, apologize perhaps, but I stopped him quickly.
“Please,” I pleaded, “there’s no need. Please. Just go.”
His eyes, once warm and passionate became cold, emotionless... Those lips that had just been so tender with my own hardened into a strait line that was his mouth. Clenching his fists to his sides he did an about-face and hurriedly made his way out of my life. I could feel all the hope that I had held on to evacuate my heart, leaving nothing but destruction and disorder behind.
