It’s The Almost Love Affairs That Hurt The Most

He haunted her thoughts for as long as she could remember.

And she was never the kind to let it go for it was the type of feeling that keeps one alive. A byzantine combination of confusion…

Denial.

Passion.

Frustration.

By allowing herself to think of him…his face, his lips…to imagine him exactly as she’d seen him the last time– it was like fanning the flame of all what-might-have-been. It was a driving force that kept her on her toes…wanting. Longing for what would never be. She could forever taste the sweetness of anticipation on her lips every time memories of him come to mind.

He, in turn, was the kind who always bottled up his emotions…allowing them to surface only when no talking was necessary– for fear that words would just complicate things further. He was always being vague in that way.

What they had was definitely something one couldn’t speak about. A mutual attraction of some kind. A magnetic energy drawing them together, yet keeping them apart. They only had to feel and assume to their heart’s content. This merely added to the confusion and uncertainty. But then again, they were used to “confused”. It has always been that way anyway.

It was only a matter of time though when either one of them would realize that the very thing that has kept them grounded one moment, and drive them to sheer madness the next is a force all-consuming. The kind of compelling force that leads a Phoenix to go up in flames to its very demise.

Yes.

It was only a matter of time.

…a matter of time when this almost love affair would come to face to face with its imminent finale. The ending of what never was.