“The most important thing in communication is hearing what isn’t being said. The art of reading between the lines is a life long quest of the wise.” -Shannon L. Alder
Sitting in the dimly lit room, the only thing in between them were unspoken words. It wasn’t for her lack of trying. It was more his unwillingness to reciprocate the effort. They often sat in silence. One no longer caring to engage in conversation while the other never could understand the point. Pleasantries that once filled a space with laughter and love became mute. What few words remained were far less than kind on one end and a practiced cordiality on the other.
Hers was a free spirit. She was never able to keep more than a single foot on the ground because she craved the sun – she needed light. Having grown accustomed to the low and dark places, he longed to stay. Hers was the only light he needed yet, he could not express the need for it, nor could he return its radiance.
Lively things cannot thrive in stifling spaces. They require air, water, and light. Realizing her life had now become stagnant, she made a declaration to reclaim herself and dwell in the space of familiar – the sun. With nothing more than a relieved smile, she moved past him slowly. For the first time in many years, their souls acknowledged each other – one radiating well wishes, the other pridefully resisting. She swept love across his stern face then proceeded to the door. With every step, he felt her moving away from him. Soon, nothing more than his regret filled the air.
“Sadly enough, the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.”