Interlude (3)

"Can you find it in your heart to love me?" I asked her.

And she looked at me, long and hard. Probably seeking something, seeking some sort of confirmation. And probably thinking. Thinking about us. I can see it in her eyes. I can see my sad face reflected in her eyes.

And then and there, I knew. She might love me, even if it was just a bit, but her love was out of pity. Not what I seek, not what I wanted. She pitied me, for loving her with all my heart, for carrying her so high in my life. For putting her above everything else. And I yearned for that love to be returned. But what I want, is not what she wants.

Not in this lifetime anyway.

"It's okay. You don't have to answer me. I understand", I lied to her. In truth, I wanted her to love me so much that it hurts. And no, I didn't understand. I can never understand.

But hurt her I will not do. Even if it means shattering my heart into a million pieces.

And I shall carry the shards of my broken heart with me till the end of my life. Let it be a reminder, to the love that was never returned.