Had a pretty interesting conversation with "J" over a cup of hot coffee at Starbucks today and out of that conversation, I contemplated on how to verbalize the unfathomable feeling one gets when you talk of your great loves lost.... An affliction of a writer, who analyzes emotion to make it fit into a puzzle like a a long forgotten piece,and and exhales with a heavy breath thankful for the solution. Often, i ruminate trying to answer lingering questions; deaf, mute on guessing what's the final step one has to take. It's a thousand mirrors, falling from the sky, shattering into tiny needles that coax the inevitable truth. Other times it's the parchment torn from awell-loved book, sheets fully cherished and touchedwith the breath of a hushed soul, pagesbrown and old while the mind that loved them slowly disintegrates into a limbo of kisses and tears.
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The reason why we should refrain from saying "i love you" .
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The reason why we should refrain from saying "i love you" .
So why do we say it? Do we say it just for the sake of hearing it reverberate backbut with less passion and truth? Do we say it because we're in this rigid viscious cycle wherein one has to give in and the other, hold back? Plainly I should dismiss such thoughts but my monsterskeep on visiting my bedchamber, screaming and bantering foranswers..... Is it that we just want to reassure our oursleves,and simply uttering them would hopefuly bring back the old feelings?
