What a Child!

She was but a child, yet somehow the instinct to love existed within her. Unlike others, she learned heartbreak at quite a young age. She experienced the depravity found in an unrequited love.
A child she was, yet she loved for years. She loved without reciprocation longer than many do, and she remained faithful to that love for too long.
She was but a child, yet she could recognize the adoration in her beloved eyes as they were directed at someone other than herself.
A child, yet her heart was pinched by jealousy and pain that lasted for years before she could master that pain and bury it far away. . . .
She was but a child, yet circumstances changed, and she was agonizing over the troubles of a selfish family that never cared for her heart or her well-being. . . .
She was but a child,  yet she wanted him to comfort her when life forced its way into her little world. 
He was but a boy who knew of her strife and stood close by to watch her being crushed, yet he never reached out to salvage her innocence or her sanity. . . .
She was but a child, yet she experienced her pain as well as the pains of others. . . .
She was a child that had to grow up too quickly. . . .
She had the intelligence to be older than her years. . . .
She is buried now, somewhere in this world, and no one is the wise to know otherwise. . . .

Goodbye, little child!
Worry not, little child, for I will never forget you. . . . 


© A Furious Child