12.05.17

He never said he didn’t love me. In fact, he never said he did, either. It wasn’t his words that were the clues to his true feelings, it was the way I felt in his presence. You see, when you feel loved, you feel light and ready for the worse life can throw at you. You know deep down that this person has your back and will help shoulder the burden that threatens to overwhelm you.

He never said he didn’t love me, but he never said he did either. I felt the eggs shells I walked on every time we were near. I could have sworn there was a noose hanging loose around my neck, and it was slowly straggling me the farther apart we came. It wasn’t your insecurity that tightened it, it was mine.

He never said he didn’t love me; but he never said he did either. It was his stare that answered. And when he looked at me, I knew, then, that I was free. The release was numbing, like a cut hand being pressed into broken glass. No feeling at all. I knew, then, that he didn’t love me and he didn’t have to say it.