Broken

I am Broken. A heart, a memory. Shattered into a million pieces. Shards flying through space, reflecting events of time. Recollections of the past, glimpses of the future, and the realization of the present. I told a close friend that I loved her, the feeling was somewhat mutual. Just not in the way I had wanted. I act like it doesn't hurt. I act like there is no pain. But there is, and it will remain. I tried, and that alone should be an accomplishment, but I hate to say that it's not enough. I tell her that whatever works for her is good enough for me, I just want her to be happy. Such an odd emotion, "love". I'm not supposed to believe in it. I'm supposed to be immune to such.... Human emotion. But I was willing to try. I did try. And I was shot down, because the feelings conflicted. So I will stay a "brother" to her, if that is what she truly wants.

-Andre