Can we talk?
It’s been a while we talked. A while since you held my hand, looked into my eyes and said nothing. There never was a need…to say.
Should we say it though? Perhaps it is not complete till it’s said. The heart knows, the mind fathoms, yet a part of us is unsure. Uncertain.
Uncertainity, it drives me nuts. But you…so will you say it for me, those unspoken words?
You are smiling. See, that, there, adds to the intrigue. You like intrigue.
Why should there be intrigue between us? Intrigue in a relationship - isn’t that the very opposite of honesty? No, not literally but philosophically.
Oh, you hate philosophy, but don’t you live your life philosophically? You don’t touch, don’t speak and I have to understand the unfelt, the unheard.
Is that hypocrisy? I see; it’s not hypocrisy you say?
What moves you? Are you moved at all?
Do I know you?
I don’t know this person you have become.
Can we talk?
