I stopped in my tracks. Your eyes bore into mine.
There are a thousand words that I could say to you. Wanted to say to you.
To tell you how I feel.
And yet, those thousands of words are taken from me, ripped from my heart into an abyss of nothingness.
You walk away.
Between us are walls and gaps and a heart, whether broken or attached. Between us is a hope and reality, whether complimenting the other or only causing a mass destruction. Between us, is a story.
That no one knows. Nor do they understand. Because they never saw it. Not really.
Just glimpses, that we allowed slip.
Just stolen glances, and silent prayers.
Never the touch. The winks. The slipping of the ring onto my finger. Unto your finger.
And who'll hear the echoes of stories never told?