He: so why cannot we do this every day? You know I can chauffer you till the rest of my life and for free! You just don’t know how priceless these trips are for me.
She: Shut up!
He: why do you keep saying that?
She: because you need to?
He: what if I don’t?
She: *looks outside* what can I say?
He: Urgh! You hold limitless powers of teasing!
Why do you always turn away and look outside when I am talking? What in the world is so interesting about those fences and stupid bushes that always grab your awareness?
You take away all my sanity. The moments when your eyes glow when you talk, when you squeeze in your lips to say “Hmmm” when you shake your head in disgust, all these gestures of normality are so unique for me and so wonderful that I can ever explain them.
She: Shut up! I don’t believe you. You just smooth talk! And why are you touching my hand? Pervert!
He: *sighs in despair* my not a pervert and I am definitely not a smooth talker. Why do you only categorize my holding of your hand with some fantasized fetish sexual ordeal?
Haye! You’re typically cutely shallow!
She: no I am not! And you are still a pervert!
He: and you are so awesomely cruel which is worth the infinite moments of hurt.
You know what I sense when I touch you? You radiate hope. Your peculiar gentleness leaves me mystified and creates a surge of strength and weakness at the same time.
Your fingers signify that the world is rapture where misery is unknown.
She: whatever! *looks away and smiles*
He: and this feeling I cannot ever explain to you because I opted to love you. In fact you don’t opt to love; you just love someone out of the pure reason of how dynamic the individual is and how unconditional your reasoning is.
Words are a very limited tool to describe my feelings.
She: I don’t believe you.
He: I know I don’t want you to.
She: tum pagal ho! ( you are mad!)
He: No im perfectly sane you just provoke my sanity. You would never understand. Neither would I
She: we have reached! Now will you please?
He: we have?
And I thought my journey had just started.
hey,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading about the journey that you "just" begun on..
How can she be so cold-hearted? Infact, what really bothers me is: how can any one be so cold-hearted? You're expressing your feelings to her and all that she does it look out??!
Perhaps, she has feelings too, but needs space to articulate? Perhaps, she's too scared or nervous or other things are occuping her mind. Perhaps, you need to indulge in a bit of homuour to make her feel comfort...
I strongly believe you have presented, though beautifully, but just one side of the story! :)