Silly boy

'Go and talk to them...I am not on talking terms with you anymore'
Silly boy, I thought to myself.

I could not think of anything to say at that moment. I gave it another try with the words, the stupid words that undermine every emotion,but nothing came out.I hope there were better ways to explain it to him.I wish there was a better way to tell him about the painful, undeniable love that kicks my better judgement into a bottomless canyon.The kind that makes me want to sing him cheesy love songs, feed him with my hands, to help him fall asleep in my arms, to cook him food, to make him laugh, to let him pick the movies that we watch, even the ones I hate..and to kiss him endlessly.

They say a woman's imagination runs wild.it travels from admiration to love and from love to matrimony in a moment.He is a man.How would he know that I have already danced with him in the clouds, savoured every nook and corner of his face in my memory, sat down for hours and did nothing but thought about him? How would he know that my heart literally screams when I see his sad face ? How can he see that I feel his presence around me all the time even in the busiest times of the day ? That my love has become a constant sensation which nothing has been able to interrupt and it only alternates between absolute and tender devotion to acute agony throughout the day.

He wouldnt understand.He thinks it does not matter to me if he is there or not.

Silly boy.....