You Mean Nothing to Me
Weathering leaves a substantial impact on the landscape. However, it’s a gradual process. Wimpy rain showers and windy days seem insignificant but eventually chisel away at the most sturdy mountain tops.
The torrent of emotion only started as a light rainfall. I was aware of the situation and throughout the day I’d feel phantom pitfalls in my stomach and intangible pangs against my ribcage as the clouds turned grey.
It didn’t quite sink in yet but slowly and surely the heartache was carving crevices within my psyche. It was a slow, waxing tempest that grew more furious at the mere sight of mundane objects that shouldn’t have reminded me of him.
He certainly left his mark and I wanted to do nothing more than to
make the memories cease.
But oddly enough this internal turmoil wasn’t impelled by hatred. Rather, it was fueled with reminiscence.
I bemoaned this fate. If our interactions truly meant nothing, than why did the world pause when I looked into his eyes? It was just us for a fleeting moment.
When I rested my head against his pounding chest, I was deluded into thinking everything would be alright.
I cried. I continue to cry. I know I will cry.
All it took were a few words.
So half hearted and so hollow but it left me so bothered.
“I didn’t feel a connection.”