I did what love would do

Today was your birthday. I messaged you - something simple, sweet, from the heart. You didn't respond. No surprise but still it tore at my soul.

Silence is the most awful torture. It leaves me imagining that you think dark, hateful thoughts of me. And maybe you do. Maybe in your mind I'm a monster that must be reviled.

It's time for that old truism, "If you love something, let it go ...".