Dismantled

In a single breath, the adoration and ardent love I dare say, the hope and fantasy, all of it, was dismantled.

It seemed a flawed creation, this obsession. It knew it had no basis. Yet being void of purpose only aided in the disappointment of its destruction.

His heart belongs to another. The doe-eyed stares, tensions and innuendos. The glances and struggling breaths. They were empty.

And now, with insurmountable melancholy and listlessness, I refrain.
Out of respect, I must. I cannot allow, must not allow my urges to take control and bare my damaged soul.

I must yield to morality.
Respect him and her and... them.

His strides matched my own as we strolled slowly into the night. It was as if my newfound knowledge had little affect on our coming and goings.

We spoke of things as usual, of myself. How am I. How is life.
It was as though I didn't know what he had just divulged within earshot.

As we neared our parting he barely stopped walking as if he almost expected me to continue alongside.
I waited... We hurriedly wished each other a good night. He glanced at my ride and a flutter of surprise, an inkling of a let down permeated the air between us through his gaze.

I smiled, knowing full well he had felt what I had just felt. I knew without a shadow of a doubt that the hope I had began building itself up again. Passionately and hopeful.

Our eyes, locked in tension, hesitated. Remained... appropriate albeit our minds wandered. This I knew for myself, and his eyes well, his eyes gave him away.

Would they again at our next passing?
I wait.