If only time stood still

Some things never changed. The empty bed. The empty seat. The mirror as it stared back at him. He wished it was different, he wished he could turn back the years. Stay the same age as when they last saw each other.
He missed her like the sun misses the moon, like light misses darkness. But nothing changed. Day after day, week upon week, months piling up and then the years passed. Nothing changed.
A simple statement, a joking request it was. It changed his life forever. After meeting her, he simply couldn't forget. She entered into his bloodstream, she became part of him. Forever changed.
Yet nothing changed. In love, but not loved. Desperate for attention, but only ignored. He lost track of the amount of time he checked his phone, praying for a text, an email, a phone call, a picture, anything to let him know she was thinking of him. Nothing came. He wore out several batteries and replaced phones. Nothing.
He learned to be alone, to survive. It didn't change his burning desires, it didn't quench his thirst for her. A man dying of thirst in the desert didn't want water as much as he wanted her.
Nothing changed.
No matter how much she made his blood boil. No matter how much he longed for her love, nothing changed.
Except him.