If a tree falls in the forest, withering into nothingness, not once having any eyes laid upon it, did that beautiful piece of nature ever truly exist at all? I once loved in that way, dedicating my all to the beauty of love, only to never be seen. I gave up seasons of my life to those who were unable to do the same. Spring, the bloom of flowers, the softness of your name like petals unfolding. Summer, the warmth shining down, wrapping around you the way my arms longed to. Fall, the pieces of myself I let slip away, just to make more room for you. Winter, the chill in the air, sharpening the distance between us when you no longer answered my call. No eyes were laid upon it, no witness to what had bloomed, no memory left behind of the beauty we once held. If love is given wholly and fully, but is never truly received, never seen, never understood at its deepest level, did that love ever exist at all, or is it just a tree, endlessly falling in the forest of one’s heart?