I confess, I have treated him unjustly,
Indulging in rash behavior, driven by passion's flame,
Yet my motives were not without cause,
Perplexed I am, by his alternating demeanor,
Speaking with desire, only to retract in haste,
Such enigma eludes my comprehension.
Though my fondness persists,
Should this cycle persist unabated,
Perhaps it is prudent to withhold my messages,
To depart henceforth, severing our connection.
Why did the cosmos conspire to unite us for four fleeting weeks?
Why did it permit the transmission of those fateful missives?
Would that he had never beheld my words,
To spare us both anguish and preserve our estranged states.
The morning greetings and the nightly farewells,
Yet if I am but a name on his list,
Engulfed in the sea of his acquaintances, insignificant.
I surrender, relinquishing profound discourse,
Reduced to terse exchanges, void of substance.
I beseech the universe, in one final plea,
To unveil a sign, revealing his intentions,
Should fate decree this chapter's end is nigh,
His silence, his unfollowing, a definitive conclusion,
Returning us to the realm of strangers.
Forgive my resignation,
For I am bereft of strength to persist.
Perchance, in time, I will perceive matters anew.
