Love’s Unraveling, Love’s Return

She says she loves me—yet dreams of another, her heart adrift on restless tides, where my name dissolves into echoes, a whisper lost before breath takes hold. I am broken. I see her alone within my marrow, etched into the walls of my being. But she sees him, an apparition of longing, a mirage flickering in the heat of her wanting. I am splintered. I stand despised, a footnote in love’s forgotten song, dust at the end of her shoe. She speaks less of me, more of him, her words cascading into devotion misplaced. I am weary. Love is cruel. Love is uneven. Love is an unfair wager placed on uncertain hands. She lets me go, and I drown in the silence of her absence. I cry—not in anger, nor defiance, but in the quiet ache of love unreturned. I am bitter. Yet fate is a wheel, turning, grinding indifference into consequence. Her dream-boy does not love her back. His affection - a phantom, a shadow slipping through her grasp, a fleeting dream undone by truth. Hope? Hurt seizes her, sorrow bends her inward. She falls into the refuge of my arms, not radiant, not whole, but shattered. A storm broken against its own winds. Better for me? She weeps beneath the weight of regret, for wounds unseen, for love unkind, for the folly of a heart misunderstood. I do not say, I told you so. I do not revel in her suffering. I hold her as one holds fragile things. Gently, patiently, without condition. Opportunity? But love is tested once more. Fate does not loosen its grip so easily. She falls—not into longing, but into illness. Her body bends, her spirit dims. No blame? Now, she is in my care. The hands that once reached for another rest in mine. Weak, trembling, searching. I wipe fever from her brow, whispering that love will not abandon her. Redemption? Time, merciful in its slowness, unspools grief. The tides retreat, the wound unwinds. She heals. She remembers joy’s steady cadence. Our love reborn. Rebirth? And so, we revive. The world spins onward. Caesars rise and fall, diamonds freeze in brilliance, lions roar against time, dinosaurs crumble into dust. Yet we remain. Living, moving, rebuilding. She loves. She remembers. Lessons etched into the marrow of her being. We dance beneath skies that once turned away. She transforms inexplicably, a river finding its course, a fish swimming steady against the current, the hand of God shaping destiny, one breath, one heartbeat at a time. And now... Love is unbridled, a caress in the wind, laughter in high staccato, flowers blooming, sky blue, and the river we sail on is smooth and beautiful. Love is now kind, sweet and gentle, spirits one.