an idea for a conversation.
fiction.
"i love you."
"..."
"dont you love me?"
"sometimes."
"sometimes?"
said quietly into the ear, voice barely a whisper, holding her close...
"i dont love you. not all the time. but there are moments when i can do nothing but be in love with you... they are quiet moments because they have to be, an errant word, carelessly thrown out, causes it to vanish... and the same word could cause me to shatter. those quiet moments, where we say nothing, in quiet unintelligble whispers i make myself vulnerable. in those moments i belong to you absolutely. you ask if i love you? only in those moments. the others are spent trying to recapture those singular moments, moments which belong only to you..."
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streams of consciousness monologues as told to the empty space that should be occupied by a person.
2 comments:
boooo....*snif* *snif*
hmm
me like..
*wipes tear off*
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