A heartbreaking love story

It is such a heartbreaking statement, his way of asking me if I still love him. And there is no denying it, the candle of my love for him still burns bright and I know it will never fade. This is what he is waiting to hear. I can feel the tension in the air touching my skin and I shiver. The silence seemed to stretch forever and I am dying to tell him the truth, to finally hold him close and have him eternally. But I hold back. It is my conscience holding me back and I face him as I breathed out in a strangled sob:

"I’m sorry. I can’t."

The hurt look on his face is the final blow, but still his mind is communicating with mine, telling me:

And although we didn’t touch, I felt his love pour through me like heat from the sun. I cannot bear the sea torture we are flowing through and so I tell him:

He threw me one last long look and there I saw gleaming tears running down his face. I hear his barely audible whisper then he was gone, leaving me cold and desolate and as barren as the desert. His goodbye still echoes through my heart.