Unexpressed

Unexpressed feelings took their forms as words and stories. Every word of it meant his presence and every space between them meant my absence.
As I was putting that melancholy in my words, he came by. He stood there in front of me. With a friendly smile and a little curiosity in his eyes, he grabbed my diary.
I felt myself to be imbecile, especially when the moment I realized that I meant nothing for him.
But more than anything, I could feel nothing. Nothing important anymore. Nothing at all.

Those eyes were going through every word that had filled it's void in them. He moved his warm palm over those dried tear drops on the pages. He felt them. He felt the pain and knew that it was something familiar.
"...this?"
With a half-smile I said,"everyone have their own way to handle things, and this is mine".
Said this, grabbed my diary and walked off from there.
Before I can't could reach to the door, he called me.
"It's not you. Its me", my breathe ran out and I sighed. I was helpless of those messed up emotions that broke the rope in between us.
Nothing will ever be normal. You won't come back. Having known this from the very beginning, I still gave us a chance.
But now,
Suppressed emotions blew out and rushed out into tears breaking their shackles, rolling down the cheeks and screaming out loud at the expectations that I built. My knees became to weak to stand. All they could do was to bend and all I could do was to break and tear.
I knew this wouldn't be the end, but there had to be full stop, for, comma would only increase the pain that I had to forget.
All that I've thought, all that I've hoped... All in vain. Everything is felt lost. He is Never mine and will never be. Because he got his love back but all cannot.