Unsaid Sentences

    It had been a while since she had seen him and an even longer while since she had talked with him.
So much was said and then there were things that were left unsaid and unfinished. It was like one day there was a hopeful light, then it dimmed to a struggling flame and finally darkness descended.
Why?
She had her ideas. She knew there was caring, it had always been there. Why tell someone the truth when you don't care, you tell the truth because you do care. It was that simple.
Sometimes people get into a place where they cannot, or will not, process more than one emotion at a time. They get lost in a dream, a fantasy, and they hold on with all that they have. It was unimaginable to lose such a dream.
She had done that; held on to a dream that she did not realize, until it was too late, that she never had a chance.
Oh sure, that little scenario left a few bruises on the heart but healing came.
It came and she had to realize that you cannot hold onto something that just did not want to sit still in your space.
Did she feel like a fool?
Indeed she did and there was her reason for going away. Shutting down places, friends, and the such to go and hide with cheeks burning. Yeah, she was a fool.
But now after all this time her natural happiness and optimism came forth. She smiled a lot these days and realized it was time to be grateful for what you had for a brief moment rather than bemoan that which you did not receive.
She knew that there may have been resistance, but there was also the point where he would have given in and what kind of person would she be if she pushed for that?
Not a good one. A person who values love, commitment, should never insert herself into some ones life and disrupt what they are trying to cultivate with another.
So she took her cue and took the exit, stage left.

   A soft sigh escaped her as she shook herself out of her stupor. It was Friday and quitting time, so why was she still sitting at her desk staring at nothing.
Cause she was a silly, fanciful girl who kept day dreaming about that which cannot be.
Her mind tended to wander to the melancholy at times due to those lost times. She had to remind herself to look at the bright side.

   A thought came to her and she dragged her notepad to her before the thought could flit away from her tired mind. She began to write and the words flowed from her like the water that flowed under her flaming bridge.

Sometimes
I forget that unsaid sentences don't mean unfelt emotions.
That not everyone can, or will, or wants to
spill it all out like me.
Sometimes
I forget that crossed arms don't mean keep away,
but come closer, open them,
be those arms crossed tight
and hold me the same.

   Pen tossed aside she gathered her things and left for the day. The paper remained on her desk so that when she came into work the next time she would be reminded of those things.
Unsaid sentences don't mean unfelt emotions.