I don’t think you’ve figured it out yet, but you’re losing me. It’s really only a matter of time.
It’s not that I want this, no, not at all. You are the one for me; I knew that from the second that we met.
But, perhaps, I am not the one for you? Perhaps your heart beats for another, or it remains silent in my presence, or you are not sure like I am sure or you are sure that it is not me and so… I cannot know, I do not know, because you never give me your voice, you never give me your face – you give me dead air and silence and cold.
You give me nothing.
Something cannot thrive on nothing. There is no life that comes from fallow ground; there is no hope where there is no expectation, and I have no expectations when it comes to you anymore.
So, you’re losing me. Slowly, but surely, for my heart gets quieter as it has given up the fight and my mind gives me its logic and rationale and its defeat.
I do not want our fingers to part, but I cannot hold on any longer if you don’t.
So tell me, darling, have you let go? I am.