A Silent Resistance

: What weighs so heavily on your mind?
Let him go. Is there any real need to show sympathy?
Judge him from where you stand. He will never be able—to bring fulfillment to your joyful feelings.
Let him return to where he came from. Why this endless brooding?
Even without his love, nothing will diminish in you.
Realize this deeply, decide in communion with your highest consciousness.
Why do you insist on binding yourself in love's illusion?

Surrendering to desire's whim does not become you.
I am certain—because I am the direct witness to your every step.
This expression of your feelings might even prove false the very nature of your consciousness.
Why do you want to call him back?
How can you be sure that he can love you and establish your touch throughout his entire being?

: My intuition is infallible. Without doubt, he is becoming an inseparable part of my existence.
Slowly he is taking form in the transformation of an extraordinary, powerful feeling—which is gradually weaving itself through every layer of my heart.
Do not doubt—my entire being is becoming enchanted by the stirring of his presence across my heart.
You alone are the silent witness to this—it is finding unity in your very presence.

: How did you establish the finest feelings of his heart within your own soul?
Your self-consciousness yearns to know.
Then why are you burdening his mind with the unasked-for weight of expectation?

: Not to increase expectation—I truly love him.
This deep feeling is expressed in his very tears. Therefore, I thought it best to let him know.
This vitality of the heart does not pause for anyone. But this is reality—if someone in this life loves you deeply, and you mistakenly leave them behind, they will never again be able to awaken your love. Then they will only suffer, wounded by some stranger's blow.

: Your intuition is correct.
I am indeed the witness to your existence. Judging good and bad is not my work.
However you choose to let yourself flow in life's current, I will simply enjoy it. Understanding more than this is not possible for me.

: Indeed!
In destiny's mysterious jest, his reflection is painted across my entire existence.
My heart's feeling lacks the audacity to deny him.