It’s quite fascinating for me to witness great love stories. The way two people blend, adjust their behaviors, frictions to complement each other to form a relation is such an endeavor. It’s lovely knowing this affable side of every human being – these little things we do for the other one.
Though the one that most interests me is the one where there is this person who can’t express and the counterpart which expects a lot. There is love I’m so sure between them; it’s just that he doesn’t like showing affection. I think am sure about this because I think I’ve lived the part. We love, we just can’t tell so often.
It’s not denying that expressing is important, it sure is. Somehow, we’re so involved in the other things we do; we tend to get too engrossed in it. Boring, the way we’re – the only thing we can talk is that or nothing. Hey, the good news – we’re thinking about you all the time. In some cases, we’re engrossed in the work so that we could express our love in the largest possible way through that work. That’s a bit strange, yeah, but that’s the way we’re. You were just not patient enough to wait for the expression and left us with the criticism of not ever loved you. And yeah, also that work was the reason it didn’t work out.
May be you were not wrong perhaps the wait was too long or you were feeling alone despite being together. Atleast, give a chance to get things back in place. I just need to be asked things because I don’t understand hints. Trust me on getting to know what is discomforting you, I’d go out of my way to make sure you feel great. Yes, I also plan surprises for you but there is no one I can consult about it and only you who can help me with all this. You think I can’t even plan surprises, it’s just that I only express things to you and plan my ways after discussing things with you.
You gone, leaving behind the criticism rattles my confidence. The expression shrink that I was – I got worse after that. There is so much of frustration and untold stories that I feel vulnerable to even the most minute of sympathies. I’d love someone to hear me out but I refrain telling a tale because it involves you. Also because there is no one I can speak to like the way I did with you. Just try being patient with me (us). And yes, I’m trying hard to change. I loved you and I still do, I just that I couldn’t tell. That’s just the way I’m.
- Bhavesh Dodi(y)a
