He tried different ways. Different beautiful ways. Subtle ways. Sometimes not so subtle ways. She acted like she didn't understand. Well actually she was torn between wanting all he said to be true and not wanting to read something non existent into some heart stopping things he said.
He said. And she nodded.
He spoke. She gulped down all the rush that grew from her heart that those words gave birth to.
She refused to join the dots in that picture he so carefully drew for her.
What if I am over reacting. Why am I so scared? Didn't I want this all this while? Haven't I been imagining this all this while?...
And then one day, he wasn't trying, she wasn't resisting, out of nowhere, Jealousy worked. Stupid, simple, silly, split second jealousy worked.
She hopes her walls stay up for some more time, frantically throwing bricks here and there hoping that will distract him. He, the weight finally off his chest, couldn't help smiling.
This a scary road to take. . .
