Is this the beginning; The end; or nothing at all

What do I do now? She knows. Yet she remains unresponsive. She has to know how much she meant to me. I felt her breathe and she felt mine. We synchronized and symphonized. She isn't just a didgereedoo call where the vibrations end. The breath is circular. Alas, now I wait; meditating in the minutes as time slowly falls around us like petals. But my mind constantly drifts back to her, like a fisherman teeming with anticipation at his line. I opened my heart. Time stood still; I loved you for an eternity.