A short story called "Love is Lost"

He stood there. Withered and tattered. Energy exhausted from an undying love. He stared at her. Unmovable. Untouchable. Unseen. She was solid; nothing left to give. Yet he could not move on. His feet felt like cement blocks holding up a pair of unstable legs. He reached his hand to her, there was no reach back. The tears swelled and eventually overflowed from his eyes. He had heard of those with broken hearts but never thought it would affect him. His inner voice began to scream. It became louder and stronger until his lips parted and his voice trembled. It was a silent cry. A cry out to his love. One only she could hear; but could not. He dropped to the ground. Reality had become to heavy to bear. Staring at her name. The scent of wildflowers bloomed all around. An angel with wings to provide comfort. Not comfort to her, but for him. Yet he remained uncomfortable. He could never kiss her cheek. He could never caress her hand. He could never wrap her in his arms. Never again. Rising to a stance, he stood there. Withered and tattered. She was gone, is gone, will be gone forever. From his undying love. He sheds one more tear, for the one he loves.