Rain drops on a glass.
A tale of a love lost.
Another gained, yet inadequate.
An impossible love. One demanding all, yet never giving any.
My heart ached from hurting too much. Hurting for the one I wanted. Hurting for one whose smile could melt me anytime. Hurting for the one - the reason I got out of bed each morning smiling. Hurting for the one whom I lost. Hurting for the one who crushed my spirit and broke my will.
Why would love be given only to have it so brashly taken away?
A tale cut short by a beginning. One we ponder over and wonder if the end justifies the non-existent beginning.
Rain drops or tear drops, we'll never know which stained the glass.