Hush
There is silence.
Some say harsh, cold, awkward, and unforgiving. Aloof, and distant. Empty. Devoid of life, like a grave.
You shake your head at the foolish thoughts. Wrong, wrong, wrong. No, not at all.
For you, it is merely misunderstood… misunderstood, like darkness, like you. You believe that it is just too sweet, too heartbreaking, too precious to even miss one second of…
There are no words; between the two of you, there are no soft-spoken statements, no share of ambiguous laughter, no wreckage of odd reality. There are no words. But wait…! Listen…
Listen, and discover that it is not that silent after all.
Look around you, and see, even if only for yourself.
Admit…
It is loud, in the fast-paced beating of your heart; deafening in his shaking hands, the anxiously bitten lip, the downcast gaze that just couldn’t meet yours…
You let a small gasp slip from your mouth. You inhale to clear your thoughts, the forthcoming exhale exiting with a hiss. You saw that they say it all.
Finally, you find out that actions do speak louder than words.
With hesitant footsteps, he draws nearer; quietly, nervously, until he is only a breath, or a kiss, away. His fingers entangle with yours and his deepening eyes shoot straight into the very depths of your soul.
“I love you,” he says, silently. But silent is all you needed.
And you think there was silence on your part, but he knows it is thunderous in the hopeful sparkle in your eyes, the slight curl of your lips, the tightened grip of your entwined hands…
Whispered, all that is left to hear from you is “…too.”
Some say harsh, cold, awkward, and unforgiving. Aloof, and distant. Empty. Devoid of life, like a grave.
You shake your head at the foolish thoughts. Wrong, wrong, wrong. No, not at all.
For you, it is merely misunderstood… misunderstood, like darkness, like you. You believe that it is just too sweet, too heartbreaking, too precious to even miss one second of…
There are no words; between the two of you, there are no soft-spoken statements, no share of ambiguous laughter, no wreckage of odd reality. There are no words. But wait…! Listen…
Listen, and discover that it is not that silent after all.
Look around you, and see, even if only for yourself.
Admit…
It is loud, in the fast-paced beating of your heart; deafening in his shaking hands, the anxiously bitten lip, the downcast gaze that just couldn’t meet yours…
You let a small gasp slip from your mouth. You inhale to clear your thoughts, the forthcoming exhale exiting with a hiss. You saw that they say it all.
Finally, you find out that actions do speak louder than words.
With hesitant footsteps, he draws nearer; quietly, nervously, until he is only a breath, or a kiss, away. His fingers entangle with yours and his deepening eyes shoot straight into the very depths of your soul.
“I love you,” he says, silently. But silent is all you needed.
And you think there was silence on your part, but he knows it is thunderous in the hopeful sparkle in your eyes, the slight curl of your lips, the tightened grip of your entwined hands…
Whispered, all that is left to hear from you is “…too.”