One day a diamond appeared on her ring finger and my heart sunk. Here was the only woman I have ever loved engaged to a stranger. I actually knew him. He was decent. But she was more than that. She was light. She was simply a star that I let go. Though, I never actually let her go because I never had her. I had wasted my chances with her. That’s on me. I lurked in the shadows waiting for some sign that it was the time to profess my love to her, but no such thing occurred. She did not even know my name. Perhaps she did. But she never really knew me. And now she never will. It's a cold feeling. An open vacancy in my soul. She took up so much room that when she left, my soul was missing the majority of itself. I remember when I heard she was dating him. I did not care. I knew we belonged together. But when I saw that ring, I knew I had missed my chance. I didn’t think I could feel as strongly about anyone again.
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