Love letter # 328

It happened a couple of days ago. It wasn’t a surprise but it did burst a bubble. Intellectually, knowing it is one thing. Emotionally, seeing it so clearly demonstrated is another.

Hope and fantasy thrive on denial, on pretending, on maybe maybe – but they cannot be sustained when reality is so unwittingly played out.

There is no blame. There will be no name calling. No retro-fitted accusations. The simple fact is that the flame I have been quietly kindling burns in you for another. I saw it your eyes and smile when he arrived. In the way you looked up at him. And in that moment I understood without any possible recourse to fantasy that you did not, and will not, reserve such eyes for me.

So if I seem a little strange, withdrawn, not so forthcoming – you now know why.