The Result of Never

Written by J.Doucette
Copyright © September 2025
All rights reserved.

The Result of Never:

Life didn’t pause
It didn’t warn me
It just shifted—
and suddenly,
there you were

I blinked
I gasped
no way… is this real?

Yes
It was
for both of us
In that one
undeniable moment—
it was

but it takes work
mutual work
and commitment

what was
morphed into
a fantastic fantasy

wishes—
stronger than reality

compatibility—
rare

we are
codependent
nothing more

feelings
needed to be seen
they weren’t

maybe for you,
they showed up in some quiet way—
but not for me

what I needed
was crushed
silenced.
folded into dust.

and now,
your consequences
are yours to carry

I assume that need
meant something to you
for me—
it collapsed before it had a name

the results?
still echoing
still unanswered

what could’ve been
never erupted
and it never will

It’s too much
and it’s too damn late

but don’t mistake silence
for peace
and don’t confuse survival
with healing

you looked away—
I memorized every turn
of your head,
every shrug
became a tombstone
for something sacred
you never held

I didn’t just want to be seen—
I deserved to be.

but still,
you tried
you did

you showed love
in your way—
and care in scattered pieces
there were moments
where your eyes
almost met my soul

It started grand—
like fire waking up the sky
and I believed
I believed

but grand turns fragile
when fear whispers louder than truth
when silence replaces intention
when comfort becomes the goal
instead of connection

we became
nothing more than average
two people with history—
but no legacy

a sad love story
that never really was
a bloom that never opened
a match that never struck

you cared
I know
but caring
without showing up
is just another ghost
I don’t have room for

we both played our parts
and yes—
there was chemistry
there was

but even fire
can lose its heat
if you leave it too long
untouched

what we had
wasn’t fake
but it faded
abused &
bruised

too many almosts
too many I’m-sorrys
that came after the damage

and now?
we exist
that’s all

just… exist

no spark,
no sacred
no “us.”

but I loved you
I still love you
in the places that don’t know how to let go

and maybe you loved me
in the only way you knew how
but that way,
wasn’t enough
to hold what we were meant to be

this was a sad love story
not because it ended
but because it
never truly began

and that—
that is the tragedy
we both carry
alone.

you love me
I know

not a question
not a dream
a truth

but that’s the saddest part, isn’t it?
that even with real love—
it’s still too much work

for you
for me
for us

and it shouldn’t be

love is supposed to be home,
not a battlefield
a balm
not a burden

but here we are—
still breathing the same air,
still touching the same thread,
but unraveling

because it’s hard.
Too hard.

and when love becomes labor
without rest,
without peace,
without balance—
it breaks the very thing
it came to save.

I don’t doubt you love me
you don’t need to prove it

but we both know—
this kind of love?
It’s not the kind that lasts.

It’s the kind that aches beautifully
and then
lets go