Her word shook me inside out. I looked up from my laptop and out of the fogged window-glass. I always loved cold. Pushed the window open, felt the air on my skin and watched it play with her hair.
"I’m talking to you, hello?"
"… Hmm," I said still staring at golden flowing hair and her skin, which has the color of life.
"Is your heart dead? Can nothing move you?"
How I wished I could show her the endless pages of poetry, I wrote for her.
"No, I mean yes," I answered her question in the best way I could’ve ignored it.
"You know you can ignore me, not what you feel. I know you’ve always loved…"
Then! I didn’t kiss her, I should’ve. Just didn’t..
"I can see love in your eyes, but they’re too dry.."
"Yes," I hardly managed to whisper.
"Speak up, then. Hug me. Hurt me too, for what I’ve done to you. Let me feel you once more, please.. Breathe life in me.."
I closed my laptop’s screen, the light was hurting my eyes. There is some part of me that hangs on every word I don't speak. But I think twice. Thrice. I keep thinking, and never speak. Won't. Or can't. I swallowed the words back and expected to hear some sort of rebuke, but there's nothing.