i don’t want to talk to you. i want to express everything within me to you. i want you to know me, to see me, for who i really am. but i don’t want to talk to you. for while words do help me write this poem, the ocean within me is too much for the black ink on white paper. and so i will tell you with dances, disappointing glances, do-not-leave kisses. i may write poems of my love but if i stop making tea for you call me the hypocrite i am. i will convey my anger, emotions, and ideas with PPTs, paintings & do-not-leave hand shakes. words do no justice to the magical reality i see and those words, expressions & actions however quiet are but desparate attempts to convey that magical world. and i hope you choose to see too, the infiniti. for to say i love you without ever uttering those words that is the dream. but will you listen to what i am saying? maybe that’s why relationships are beautiful? not because someone says i love you but loves you regularly. and the joy the pleasure, the pain to be in their company, if you get a chance to, everyday. and maybe that’s why we are devastated when the person leaves.. we are so used to the presence of that company that beauty, that energy that when they leave, ( and we know we are wrong to say this... ) the world becomes empty. for when they leave the reality changes and we know the reality can change even when they are around. and so i will never confess i will to tell you in a million tiny ways. but i will not want to talk to you.
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