Unrequited Love
By Natalia
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"Stop looking at me."
"What?"
"You heard me. Stop looking at me."
"Okay."
His response makes me feel worse than I have all day. I want him to shout, to yell, to tell me...what? What do I want to hear from him? That he's sorry? But what does he have to be sorry about? I know what I really want to hear, but I know it's not true, and it would be a sin to ask him to lie. And what good would that do, anyway?
I want him to tell me how much he wants me.
How much he remembers of our past.
That he's imagined the same fantasies that I have.
Some would say it was a crush, a short-lived obsession. To me it was a love story. Did it matter that all of it was in my head? Not really. Love is when you live for that person, and that person only. It's when you can hear their voice in a sea of voices. It's when you remember each word they speak forever.
I wait for him to stand up, to walk away from me.
I feel so empty that my heart feeds off my energy. It hurts a lot that he's still sitting here next to me, but I know it would hurt a lot more if he walked away.
So I study his perfect features one last time and walk away myself.
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