Yet again
I can't say it. I can't tell him how difficult it is to keep myself from falling for him, each time he says something silly and a smile floats by my lips. Or when he subtly compliments me for something and all i do is blush. How my cheeks, in a flush of blood, go red. And that twinkle in my eyes when it's said. I can't tell him. How i long to hear him speak, When all i do is listen, to b e so deeply involved that i carry the rhythm of his words for long after and replay them in my mind over and over. I can't tell him. How with each passing day, he has got so intricately woven into my thoughts as if he had always been there or was meant to be. I can't tell him. How very effortlessly he just lets me be so unapologetically myself, without even realising! I can't tell him, That i smile more often now And that he is the reason. This and so much more than words could say, I can't tell him. Or maybe i just did. ...