This is a short summary of a one shot I'm thinking about writing. A sad short story of a man madly in love and a woman who has lost that same love. Please give me feedback and tell me if I should continue on with this idea or scrap it.

I miss the feeling I got when you told me that you thought it was cute when I rambled on about things I was interested in. The things I would feel ashamed to talk about with anyone else because my extensive knowledge might have made me come off as eccentric. I thought that it was love because no one else had ever told me that before. No one had spared me enough time to listen to the odd things I had to say. And unlike them you would smile and listen. And I could see the genuine interest in your eyes. It made me feel my worth. And for once my ramblings weren’t just random words of unneeded knowledge. They meant something to somebody. To you.

But now I’m sitting here, wondering why. Why I don’t feel the way

I felt for you. Why I let you down. Why I don’t feel those feelings you used to give me anymore. I know you love me still. I know the things I say to you make you feel the way I once did. So why? Why can’t I love you back? It frustrates me more than you will ever know. Because I know the pain you must feel when I say a simple hello to you. How empty my apology must feel. How you must think that if I truly was sorry then I’d at least try to love you back. But I have. I have tried so hard to ignite the flame in my heart that once whispered your name. But my veins have run cold. And although I yearn for the feelings that we shared, my heart has told me that those feelings were not meant to be shared with you. So I cannot do anything but look at you with empathy as your heart breaks over and over with each casual word we speak to one another. And all either of us can do is wonder why our red string of fate hadn’t been tied to each other.