You said you were fighting not to love me, as if this were some kind of compliment. How was I to feel when told that given the choice to fall and trust that I would catch you, keep you safe, you chose to stay on the ledge as I hurtled by? How was I to feel when told you did not trust me enough to allow yourself the chance to fall in love with me?

And here I am left in the desolation, just one more fool who fell in love, one more fool who having fell will remember you forever.

One more image, one more weight that will never leave my shoulders, one more cut branch on a ever-branching future, one more scar upon my heart.