I feared that this would happen.

Her eyes...they kept me awake all night. Her eyes on the verge of tears. I do not know what she meant. It pains me to speculate. Had I not caught her at that last moment before she left, I would currently be wallowing in blissful ignorance.

At the risk of sounding overly maudlin, I only blame myself for how I feel right now. I invest too much hope in things that I know will remain unrequited, and ought to remain so. One broken heart in a lifetime is already one too many. I do not want to have it break again. I have worked too damn hard and too damn long to mend it.

*flips through a book of Shakespeare's sonnets, and comes across a slip of paper with a poem and a note written on it*

*considers tearing it up and throwing it away*

No...I will wait until she returns.