Not a love story

This is not a love story...
I cannot tell you, of love or loss.
you will not hear of hearts together,
nor hands that entwine.

I cannot speak of kisses exchanged,
nor of blissful romance.
You will not hear of tight embraces;
For this, is not a love story.

Two hearts didn't beat as one,
no promise to the other;
no silent words spoken,
and no hearts to be broken.

Yet, its meaning so powerful,
a changed life stands.
an image forever held;
in the mind of that girl.

These friends she'd had before,
she knew how they went,
what to say and what to do;
nothing to reinvent.

ever closer they grew together,
a distressing feeling unsettled her.
would this turn out the same?
like every other relationship game?

there is all but she's ever known,
her love not being returned.
but she'd settle for calloused intimacy;
until now she's never learned.

confused in her heart of hearts,
in her soul of souls,
and mind of mind;
what it was he required.

though she loved him,
in every detail, in every word,
every unspoken movement;
and every conversation unheard.

she'd allowed him in to her world,
she'd hoped against hopes,
and dreamed against dreams;
that he would be different.

It was this that contrived her love,
this simple knowledge she knew,
he'd set himself apart,
concealed from her minds view.

as she reviewed her history;
a tear falls down,
not one she could count,
not a single boy like this.

There he stood, the only one,
this man of mans,
this friend of friends;
this lover of loves.

her love not reciprocated,
but friendship returned,
and the value that brings,
is what she'd learned.

A guy who wanted to know her,
yet didn't demand the physical,
he was the only one,
and that is why she loved him.

so there was not a love returned,
but simply a lesson learned,
one that changed her life,
one that will always bring tears to her eyes.

so no, this was not a love story...