Great Rejection

My morning started with the thought of you. . . and it made me ask myself why you seem so far away. I feel that my heart is losing you.

My mind battled against myself to call you for. . . God knows how many times. . . and tell you my plans and whereabouts for fear that my effort would turn out futile. It seems like ages ago since we last talked and I am not sure of what to expect anymore.

The sensitivity of my heart compels my hand to write as my mind thinks and my emotion feels. It has grasp nothing but the mere past if the romance we've shared. Could it be that the magic of our romance have started to desist and we are now left with the reality of the truth that surrounds us? This truth poses a great question. As the magic fades, would we still find ourselves in love with each other, or would we be aghast by the overwhelming fact of separation?

Right now, I let not my heart answer that question for fear of its answer. Because I know that I would cease to love you. . . only when I come to the realization that you no longer love me. . . only when my heart experience great rejection. . . only when. . . you ask me to.

Memories would never be forgotten. Pictures of the past would be kept, as I go find my way. Survive and fight, in the game of life I play.

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Author's Notes:

I wrote this article on May 15, 1996 at 8:25 - 9:35 AM. This was never published in any school news paper I was involved with.