The End of the Third Act

An emotionally gut-wrenching few weeks 
of radical honesty at its finest.
Complete vulnerability,
soul bearing,
convictions sharing.
Difficult, 
tender,
and beautiful moments 
interspersed between the heaviness 
and the sadness.
Space and shape shifting,
new memories being made…
Coming together 
like stealing time,
precious in its elusiveness.
You let me believe
you were working toward a resolution
you seemed to seek so genuinely
while holding the contents of my soul 
safe. 

As difficult as this time was, 
I allowed myself
to continue to be open, 
to continue to receive you 
in ways that were not available
to anyone but you. 
Even through the emotional torture 
of loving you,
while you questioned the alignment 
of your path with mine, 
there were moments of beautiful 
connectedness. 

Then a thought occurs to me, 
and I just ask to be sure,
feeling utterly confident of the answer. 
“You’re not sleeping with anyone else during this time, are you?” 

The hurricane hits. 
All that has been built shatters.
My soul hurts.
My heart breaks.
My mind can’t believe what I am hearing.
I don’t swear, but fuck you. 
I don’t deserve this. 
Who are you, anyway?
Do you realize what you have done?
Even, for a moment, can you feel...
anything?