I stopped crying the moment I watched you drive away. And I still have yet to shed a single tear.

It brings me no comfort when I tell people the story, even when they laugh at how ridiculous it is. Once the noise of life dies down, and in silence I may truly reflect on all that has passed, perhaps then I can make sense of it all. And yet, even now, I know the words that will cross my lips. The same words that echoed in my head from the moment I saw hatred in your blue-green eyes.

What a waste...