Of Parallels and Tangents

No, I don’t love you.

I never had the chance.

Not that it would have mattered though, you shot it down before it even started, Strangely enough, I didn’t feel slighted. To be honest, I was more relieved than anything. Not about the fact that you didn’t give me a chance, but simply because I never would have thought to ask the question in the first place. The fact that I asked meant that in that moment, in that singular space in my own little bubble, the cacophony in my head stilled just enough for me to decide that hey, I should probably give this a shot. It meant that for once, all of the voices agreed on one thing.

So no, I’m not mad. I’m not regretful. Rather, I’m thankful that this happened. That at one point in time, there was a stillness that enabled me to act without the pressure of logic and reason dictating my thoughts. In that moment, I was happy. As my friend once said, that moment alone where the feelings spark to life is precious enough as it is. I wanted to tell you this, but I don’t think it would make any difference in the long run.

So thank you, and goodbye.