The burden of Love

Truthfully he had felt the love…
Truthfully he had felt the want…
Truthfully he had felt the rejection…


He watched her silently; there was a different feel to the way she walked. Yes. She walked with less confidence, and more stress than before.
The me before would have helped her, and comforted her, but who I am now has his boundaries. Besides she wouldn’t want my help even if I offered.

My heart still aches though, because all this time I truly cared for her when she cared for some one else. I laid her head on my shoulder when she was tired, and took her some where happy when I could see her frustrations and such. Some how I didn’t reach her in the end, and it’s hard to bear or understand why.

Had she always loved only him? Had she ever considered me at all? The way I loved her was more than I had ever loved any one, yet I cannot have her?

Yes.
I’ve felt the bliss and desire of love…
I’ve felt the terrible sin of want…
But most of all I’ve felt the power of rejection…

And seeing you now walk away as if wanting to know I never loved you.

Tell me is my love such a burden?





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