The Unrequited

by Saffron A. Kent

Great. The first thing he asks me is the one thing I have no clue about. Maybe I can say my therapist/guidance counselor suggested I try something new and here I am, but I don’t want him to know I’m crazy. We are not crazy, my unhelpful heart chimes in. I sit up straight and clear my throat. “Well, because it’s interesting. I like poetry.”

“Because unrequited love is like a dead, useless organ. It’s functionless. It’s sicker than a disease. You can cure a disease, but you can’t fix a defective soul. That’s the most frustrating thing in the world, to be that powerless.”