“The Love I Sought Was Always Mine”
Act VII – A Monologue of Longing and Return
🩰 Scene Opens.
The stage is dim. A rose window bleeds moonlight through soft velvet drapes. A chair sits center stage, empty but waiting. A single candle glows. A journal lies closed beside it. Then — a figure steps forward. Cloaked in longing. Crowned in quiet ache. She speaks — not to an audience, but to her own forgotten heart.
🎙️ Monologue:
“Where is the love that calleth my name? I have wandered, bare-footed through hearts, Lain beneath stars, lips parted in hope— And yet, no arms did know my shape.”
“I sought him in glances, In promises swaddled in silk and silence. In the hollow warmth of near-enoughs. But each touch turned to mist.”
“Then did I wake — not with bitterness, But with a truth more fierce than flame: The love I sought in others Was but the love I was starving to give myself.”
“O foolish heart! To wait for a mirror To tell thee thou art worthy of thy own reflection. Each ache I placed in another’s hands Was a letter I had sealed, but never read aloud.”
“Now, by moon’s vow and breath anew, I claim the one love that shall not flee: Mine own.”
“No knight. No lover. No salvation needed. I am the one who stays.”
The candle flickers. The rose window fades. She lays a hand upon her chest — A gesture of promise. Of return.
🎭 The Curtain Falls.
And somewhere, beneath the silence, you remember: The greatest love is not found — It is remembered within.
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