Her letter

She put her letter on his belongings.
It was hidden from plain sight, only for him to find and read.
Others laughed and talked in the other rooms.
She sat there debating whether or not she did the right thing.
Her fingers fidgeting, palms getting sweaty.
Maybe he'll find it tonight.
She laid there staring at the ceiling of her bedroom, imagining him reading it.
A week passed and he acted as if nothing was found, nothing was read.
She wondered if he read it, if he found it.
Who found it.
A month goes by and she's giving up hope.
Love is walking around, and she's having a hard time grabbing it by the hand.
He smiles and leaves.
Normal is how he acts.
She is beginning to believe he don't accept her feelings.
She said he doesn't.
She continues to cry herself to sleep.
Wondering if it was the right thing to do.
Poured her heart into a letter, and he gives no sign of notice or acceptance.
All she did was give up.
Her heart broken as love continues to walk out the door.