So there I was sitting in the setting sun of a late spring afternoon under the shade of some of the most beautiful trees I've ever seen in the city. I looked at her and listened to her and consumed the serenity I know I won't be able to keep in all of this. All this time to see the fruits of my passion wilt before they've even blossomed. How dramatic, how tragic, how beautiful.
With each moment, I greedily hung on to these feelings knowing that soon I'd have to let it all go. It is my greed for her affection that ruins all that I have in my hands. But it must be done. I thought that if I were patient my time would arrive, but I know better now... My time is not to come at all.
So we parted ways later that night without fanfare or elaborate goodbyes, just cold silence as goodbyes should be. Later while watching (of all things Star Wars) I realized my folly and I made my choice to rectify my mistake.
So now must come the fall after the slow rise and oh what a fall it will be. All that I have built must be burned to the ground and all that will be left will be what is essential. - Love.
Never mind that it never drew her to me. Never mind that it failed to hold me close to her heart. It was there. It is there and in the end it will be all that remains...
To the stars and beyond has my heart gone and in its crash it has burned itself to nothingness and sucked in all that was once my world...
Now I await the phoenix to arise from my ashes and for my love to begin anew.