Ripples

True love can only be found and felt when what one wants and one needs can be found in one breath, one taste, one thought, one girl.
...............................................................Thomas Monarch



"You do love her, don't you?" she asked.
"I feel more than anything I ever have. Who knows if that is love?" he responded.
"I know."
"Yea. I guess you would."
"She doesn't love you back, does she?" she continued.
"She knows she should love me back. She needs it. I don't know if she wants it. Who knows if that is love?" he responded.
"I want your love."
"I don't know if you need it," he replied, much too quickly.
"It's a pity you waste all your love on her."
He looked at her and swallowed. "Pity is the reason I loved her in the first place."
The silence did not last. She would not let it sit comfortably. Rather than let it settle, as with water, to reflect the meaning of what had been sit, she disturbed its surface with a stone.. Her thoughts came like ripples, reglar but fading. She told him everything. The words she meant to say in the rain, the marks that had been scratched in her, the memories she would take back, the smells that she would keep with her, the boy that she wished he never was, the way it felt on weekend mornings, the things that had filled her but now left her empty with only these thoughts. He couldn't respond to her demonstration of emotion. Eventually the ripples ceased, and silence returned as the stone sank to the bottom.