Love's Unanswered Soliloquy

 

The words fall like shattered glass, each syllable a fragment of your heart laid bare. Dreams, whispered into the void, met with polite smiles that hold no echoes of your own yearning. Fears, confessed in the quiet moments, dissolve into the air, leaving only the hollowness of silence. You, a tapestry woven with threads of vulnerability, hang opposite a blank canvas, reflecting back only your own loneliness.

The serpent of isolation coils tighter, its scales cold against your skin. You poured your essence into a well that held only dust, each shared detail, each unreturned confidence chipping away at the foundation of your hope. The realization cuts like a shard of ice, a truth as undeniable as the emptiness you feel. This was a solo performance, a song sung into the wind, its melody lost in the vast indifference.

No embers of self-discovery flicker in the darkness. The tapestry remains unfinished, its threads trailing off into the abyss. The echoes of loneliness morph into a chorus of despair, a constant reminder of the love that slipped through your fingers like sand.

You walk away, not with eyes wide open, but with a gaze veiled by unshed tears. The melody of your being, once vibrant, has been muted to a mournful dirge, a haunting echo of affection unreturned. The well you poured yourself into remains dry, a stark monument to the love that never truly existed.

For in the depths of this one-sided love, you find no solace, no hidden strength. Only the suffocating weight of unreciprocated feelings, a wound that festers in the quiet corners of your soul. The path ahead stretches endlessly, shrouded in the fog of doubt and uncertainty. The emptiness you carry within becomes a constant companion, a chilling reminder of the love that could have been, but never was.

And in the darkest moments, when even the stars seem to offer no solace, you remember. You remember the courage it took to open your heart, the strength it required to be vulnerable, even when met with silence. You remember that the love you offered, though unanswered, was a testament to your spirit, a flicker of light in the face of darkness.

Even in the ashes of this one-sided love, there lies a tiny ember, a spark of resilience waiting to be rekindled. It may not be the love you sought, but it is the love for yourself, the unwavering belief in your own worth. And perhaps, someday, that ember will ignite, illuminating the path towards a love that is true, mutual, and deserving of the tapestry you have woven with your very being. Until then, you walk on, carrying the weight of this love, but also the strength it has forged within you, a testament to the undying human spirit that refuses to be extinguished, even in the face of the most profound loneliness.

Unlikely Buddha 2024