Found:
I didn't watch you walk away this time. I've seen that too often already. The novelty has long since worn off.
I didn't expect to see you today. It's funny how that seems to happen so often. We part ways in merriment or anger or dispassion, each to do our own thing, each not thinking to come face to face again anytime soon. Why would we? Why would we want to? Yet we do. Nearly always in the unlikeliest of places. Nearly always without warning or reason.
I wonder how long you were there. How long did you listen to me sing? How long did you watch me dance? How long were you aware of my presence here without my knowing of yours? Would you have made yourself known had my shoulder not been jolted out of its socket again? Or would you have slipped away into the waning light, leaving me none the wiser?
Do any of those answers matter?
"Is there something more you wish to tell me of?"
Maybe. Perhaps. Yes. But nothing more that I can trust to your hearing.
Instead I forgive, I promise, I go my way and you go yours, safe in the knowledge that a day, a week, a month, a year or a decade from now, we'll unexpectedly happen across one another again. Or not. Nothing is ever assured. Nothing lasts forever.
Although I surrender to my feelings for you, although I admit that they exist and cease my fruitless struggle against them, although I settle into the sadly pathetic role of the unrequited, I feel no regret. I am light again. I am joyful again. I am without the burden of need, the threat of dependency, the stagnation of expectation.
I am in love. I am alone. I am happy.
For how long?
We shall see.
