How Can You Feel The Loss Of Someone You Never Possessed?

How can you feel the loss of someone you never possessed? What a tricky question, you might think, but answerable when once felt and savored.

It is way too impossible for you to read this confession of mine, that was so deeply and unexplainably felt by this heart. Nevertheless, this will remain a story that repeatedly pierced my inmost being; this ache will be turned into a work of art — immortal.

Losing you was both unexpected and intuited; the vastness of the distance between the both of us dictated me that you would soon be gone. Here’s the most ironic part of it all: I never had you, or more appropriately I should say, I had all of you in silence, but you never had me at all.

I beheld the most calming and expressive eyes, and the most engaging wide smile that showed all your perfectly aligned teeth. Your hair, black, shaggy, and shiny, that hung above your broad shoulders, I never seemed to forget that. How could I? How could your long fingers sweep away the stray strands of your hair from your face, with such guileless brio? How could I easily forget that, when it caused a brand new feeling of admiration in my heart?

Everything about you was effortlessly splendid, as if every move you make was done with so much grace. In every gaze at the window of your soul, it felt raw and true, with lingering passion that your eyes could only say, in everything you do.

It seemed like an invisible string was tied, both in our hands and feet, that led me to you, in the uniqueness of you.

The world is unpredictable, either our chance of holding each other together, and to say what our souls really feel. Had you not known that in you, you are someone cherished, but in a quiet manner? That you sparked an admiration lavishly poured onto me? You had not known that, I am sure a hundred percent. Of course, it was all caused by you. These beautiful expectations were all caused by you.

It is pretty obvious: I had all of you, but you never had me. You were a universe with so many unknown splendor and exquisite beauty, waiting to be discovered. But you saw me only as a passing shooting star, which you witnessed for a short period of time, with deteriorating awe.

There is nothing to blame if I lost you, because the proximity of us is unprecedented. There is a high probability that you will embrace another arms, and a low chance to be able to know the wonders of these feelings.

There you were, slowly drifting away like a disappearing shadow, ready to be welcomed by somebody else’s arms.

There was I, letting you break free, just watching you from a distance while you head to a far, far away place, with me carrying a piece of you that you had left here inside.

To lose someone you never possessed is inwardly devastating; you have to do the art of letting go with a sigh, and just let things be.

A jaded splendor, after all.