She stood high above him, silent and unseen. She watched him pace the concourse below, glancing fitfully at his watch.
He was a frenetic, endless wellspring of potential and possibility. She admired his fierce passion but did not share it. She knew she could never love him in the singular and all-consuming way that he loved her.
She'd promised to meet him...to go with him. He'd been so ebullient that she found she could not simply dismiss him out of hand.
She should have, for she knew she could never share his vision of the future. At length, she turned and walked out of his life. She wept a single bitter tear, knowing she could never miss him as tragically as he would miss her.