You never said goodbye. How I wished that you did because then I would not be caught in a limbo of questions. Of why did you go away? Of when did you decide you wanted to go away? Of how did you plan on going away? And through all these questions, why did you not say goodbye? 

I met you at a time when I was not looking for love. Or even for a fling, for that matter. I was simply in a new job that I believed was my ticket out of poverty and deprivation. Little did I know that it was to be my ticket to heartbreak city.

For the first few months, you and I were just co-workers who got along exceptionally well. Little by little, I fell in love with you. I fell for your protective ways, your thoughtful manner, your delicious cooking, your sincere smiles, your smiling eyes. I fell for the inner person for, indeed, you are no stereotypical Prince Charming. Or possible winner of Sexiest Man Alive either. Not even close.

And I was the happiest person on Earth when you, too, professed your growing love for me. Truly, I was looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses the whole time we were together. I was heedless of consequences. I was reckless with my actions. I was simply in love! Now that I think about it, I was also foolishly in love. In way over my head.

I was the recipient of love poems, loving attention, loving kisses and hugs. Officemates? Families? Friends? Nobody wanted to see us together? Well, consequences, consequences, as long as I'm happy. 

Then, as with modern fairy tales, reality intruded and intruded rudely. I was to be assigned to another place, away from you, away from everything we hold dear, away from our place and time in an unforgiving world. But you and I are adults. So, we accepted it. 

For the first few months, we kept a regular stream of communication. We thanked the blessings of cellular phones and the Internet for then we could exchange our "I love yous" and "I miss yous." We were content when we were able to meet once a month. 

And then, poof! You vanished from the radar of my communication devices. No more text messages early in the morning and late at night. No more online chats and thoughtful e-mails. No more communication, period. 

What was I supposed to do? I cried and cried and cried. I raged against life's injustices. I asked hard questions of myself. I waged a battle against depression. I clawed my way towards living life before I met you, before you made me love you, before you broke my heart. 

Now, two years after my heartbreak, I still look back on our good times and smile. And amidst it all, I still seek for closure because you never said goodbye.