In the End

At the end of almost 11 years of togetherness you realise you cannot speak to each other......points are made with deep yelps from the core and words become weapons of mass destruction, aimed at destroying any remnant feeling......then time, time passes without contact as if you were never a part of each other's lives, as if you never cared.

The curtain comes down on us through strained conversation which is necessary to tie off loose ends, it is then that you finally hold some attention but the occasion is marred with contemplation of what not to say to set each other off, what not to do to unravel previous victorious ground gained........looking into each other's eyes or sharing an embrace is an absolute no no, not yet......definately not yet, cause you both are vulnerable.

How could two strangers emerge from such a long and deep love.....how could the 17 year separation in age not result in him being the mature one, the one to take the lead.....how could he not know that everything done was never about me, or the other people, but just him.

In the final analysis, when you see love all around, you conclude that he just didn't love you enough to be the man you needed him to be......the truth of this revelation echoes through you and infuses your soul....he just didn't love you enough.