You were in my dreams before I ever knew you. I was shaken to the core of my being on the first sight of you. I yearn for us to know one another. Maybe we’d fall in love. But you’re with another and my ethics will never allow me to say a word to you about my hopes. A.W.
Love, he told himself,
was open to interpretation
like any other abstract indulgence
but followed the same principles everywhere…
One, either won or lost in love,
there was no bridge in between,
and he decided he had lost,
lost to himself, if not to her.