When you told me you didn’t love me, I didn’t feel anything. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak, see, feel. You stood there, and a tear fell down your face, and you couldn’t look at me.
Everything slowed down, and your single tear struggled slowly down your beautiful face, and your hair swayed a little longer in the wind. And my pulse seemed to slow to the point of ceasing to be.

When you told me you loved someone else, my brain seemed to stop working. Another tear fell over your smooth cheek. The cheek I used to kiss.
And another strand of blond hair fell from behind your hairband. Hair that, at any other time, I would have brushed from your eyes.
And your face turned from me again. A face that before I would have held to my own, kissing away the pain.

It was only when I turned away that the pain pierced my face. I felt my heart break like a twig. I saw the world turn a blur as I fought the burning tears. Felt my throat twinge as it held down my screams.

And you stood crying. You who had no reason to cry.