The Emotionless Boy (A Dramatic Monologue)

[Boy's POV]

I am never one to express mighty emotions.

Such emotions, that can bound out of control in seconds,

Have been banned from my living corpse.

I have never felt love,

I have never thought upon any sadness,

And anger rarely dwells in my heart.

They call me cold- hearted,

Unfeeling,

A stone.

Only she ever called me by my name.

She told me she loved me a month after we had met.

With big, brown eyes that seemed to shine brighter than the moon itself,

She had told me she loved me.

When I had responded, running shaking fingers through my hair,

The brightness in her eyes did not dwindle.

Instead she nodded,

Told me I was the most loving boy she knew,

And left.

I have never felt love.

That night I laid in bed,

My dreams purged of her,

My bed purged of sweat,

And my body purged of body odor.

I have never felt love.

The next time we met she held my hand.

It was warm and full of life.

She took me to a park where we sat on swings, interlocked,

And there we talked,

But my eyes were on her.

The sun created a halo of her blonde hair,

A pool of gold of her skin,

And a vat of melted caramel of her eyes.

When the night ended, and her hand left mine,

It felt stupid light,

Cold,

And empty.

I have never felt love.