He walked away
Well, ran actually, for no particular reason
And as I laughed and watched him go I caught myself
took a sharp inhale, and exhaled as the seconds slowed
a clock ticking, every tick taking longer than the last
In these moments, time slows. My life was like a movie in slow motion as I looked at you leave my car that night.
I wondered
I thought it over again and again on my way home
Pondered so deeply without ever knowing
How one could love another so much, and it not be reciprocated.
This is it.
The End.
